It was so hard for Cecilia to deny Owen anything. At times he had become both her greatest strength and her biggest weakness. She hated the idea of him hurting, and if he asked for something she wanted to give it to him. Even now, there was a part of her that wanted to tell him it'd be okay, that they didn't have to agree on everything, that it was better for them to have disagreements and still respect each other for it and none of this was his fault anyway. Her emotions were too jumbled now, the irrational fear parts of her mind at a much higher volume than anything else was. Anger would kick in at some point, because anger was such an easier emotion to deal with, but it wasn't there yet. She wished it was.
"You're doing exactly what They want you to do," she forced out, despite knowing full well how much safer that method was. "They wouldn't do this if They didn't have some other plan." In her heart she knew his mind was made up, but she couldn't let go.