How could he tell her? He had just been thinking that he might not want to learn of his own demise... but maybe this was a chance to change things. Someone on the computer had mentioned that people were occasionally sent back; perhaps, if she were forewarned, it would not have to happen.
Still, despite the glimmer of hope, memories of that hideous day flooded back to him as she forced him to meet her eyes. Trying with only marginal success to suppress his despair, he said, "You died." It was so strange, reliving that moment in his head-- and sitting here with her; his emotions were in a whirl. "Gisborne ran you through. We married as you died."
If he looked at her any longer, he was in danger of crying at the images flashing through his brain. He needed to collect himself, and he could not with that clear blue gaze regarding him. Dropping his chin again, he struggled to regain his composure.