[ He thinks maybe he wanted her to storm out. Then he could have nursed his anger and resentment and felt properly injured, properly done wrong by. But now - Now he has to deal with this mess. Has to find the right words to repair this thing. Again.

He presses the heels of his hands into his eyes. ]

I am trying to be - honest. And true. And what I feel, honest and truly, is that I am afraid for you if you go to this man, far more than I would be if you went to another. And maybe you're right, that it's my fault for not knowing him, but the only face the man shows is that of - of the sort of man who'd hold other souls in bondage. Can you not understand my fear, at least in part?