REMORSE
"I saw good in you, Guy."
"No." He lies back, eyes half-shut. "There is none."
There is no her, either; ghosts may walk, but this Marian in pure unbloodied white is in his guilt-racked mind.
"You hoped I'd redeem you …"
A low, snarling laugh. "And because of you, I've damned myself past all hope."
"You've done something that, finally, even you cannot manage to deny or excuse." She smiles bitterly. "Because of me, you can never again still your conscience."
A glimpse of hope…?
Yet, if she had to die for his redemption, he'd rather choose the blackest hell.