"I thought it better you think she was dead. Yes I lied 'cause I love you!" Mrs. Lovett cried almost pleadingly.
"Lucy!" Sweeney shouted dropping to his knees.
"I'd be twice the wife she was, I love you!"
"What have I done?" he yelled pounding his fist to the floor. Although he felt anger and anguish, it didn't seize his heart as it normally would in this kind of situation. He paused and pondered what Mrs. Lovett had said. He opened his eyes and rose to his feet. He turned to her soft and smiling, though his eyes still dark and dangerous. Mrs. Lovett took a few steps back in panic. For the briefest moment she feared for her life, but he held out his hands for her.
"Mrs. Lovett, you're a bloody wonder. Eminently practical and appropriate as always, as you've said repeatedly there's little point in dwelling on the past." He said starting towards her.
"Do you mean it? Everything I did I swear I thought was for the best. Please believe me. Can we still be married?"
"Come here my love, not a thing to fear my love… what's dead is dead." Sweeney told her as he placed his hands on her slim waist. He feels her relax in her babbling and they waltz towards the oven.
"The history of the world my pet-"
"Oh Mr. Todd
Ooh Mr. Todd, leave it to me…"
"Learn forgiveness and try to forget."
"By the sea Mr. Todd we'll be comfy- cozy. By the sea Mr. Todd where there's no one nosy…"
"Life is for the alive my dear, so let's keep living it-."
"Just keep living it. Really living it-." They chimed together as they notice Toby step out from behind the oven. His eyes hollow and empty, speechless from the trauma that he had just witnessed only moments ago. Mrs. Lovett felt hot tears begin to stream down her face with the knowledge of what she had to do. She couldn't let the boy get in the way of her life with Sweeney. The boy took for the door and before Sweeney could make a move Mrs. Lovett grabbed the open razor from his hand. She grabbed the boy around the shoulders and brought her other hand around. She dragged it slowly and deeply across the boy's throat. She could feel his skin ripping beneath the blade, hot blood ran his front soaking her arms. His body convulsed and gagged then fell to the floor. She turned to Sweeney, blood up to her elbows and dripping to the floor from her finger tips and blade.
"Now what?" She asked taking a step forward.
"We must burn the bodies. Cast them into the fire, save for Lucy. I'll take her later and burry her." He told her recovering from the shock that she had actually killed the boy she had considered her son.
She dragged the bodies over to him and he tossed them into the oven. They turned to Lucy's body. Sweeney's heart ached but he didn't let it show. Mrs. Lovett on the other hand was tickled at the fact that she no longer had to worry about the woman she was free to love Sweeney with no interference.
Sweeney knew he still loved Lucy but as he stood next to Mrs. Lovett he was reminded of what she had done for him these last few months. She had given him anything and everything he had needed after fifteen years of complete isolation, and thought he would never admit it he had developed a fondness for her.
"Come on Mr. T… I think we could use some Gin." She said grabbing his arm and dragging him up the stairs.
As he sat sipping the stiff drink his thoughts wandered. She may have lied to him and knowing she did pissed him off but when she confessed he saw truth in her eyes and heard it in her voice. Looking at her now (though she thought he was just staring into space) and realized just how grateful he was for her.
"…Mr. T…" he was brought back to reality by her slightly raised voice; but didn't answer. "Come on you gotta wash the blood off ya." She said tossing a rag on the table in front of him. When he didn't move she picked the cloth back up. "you'd think you was a bloody child." She said grabbing his chin with her finger and thumb. He felt comfort in her touch and the cool cloth felt good after the stifling bake house.
She finished cleaning his face off and had run the rag through his hair. She was now grabbing his arm and pulling it over her shoulder.
"Come on you great useless thing, lets get you to bed." she said dragging him to the room across the hall from hers and shutting the door behind them. She took his vest and shirt off and wiped down his arms. The whole time he just stood there like a manikin not really knowing what exactly she was doing. She laid him down on the bed and took his boots off.
He just laid there and stared at the ceiling. He felt the worn blankets being drawn over him and soft lips touch his forehead briefly. The room went dark and the door clicked shut. His eyes began to droop and he fell into an uneasy sleep.