 Irish eyes || Nanny McPhee
"Who said I was blaming you for anything!?" she snapped in return. "I'm only trying to explain what I was feeling, which is what you've always encouraged me to do." Her eyes narrowed. "Isn't it?"
Caitlin folded her arms across her chest, and held herself together. "Not my fault you were kidnapped against your will." she added rather harshly. Sure it was a chance she was taking, using this tone of voice with him, but if he was going to put words into her mouth, then she could put words into his, couldn't she?
Though she could only imagine how painful it would have been ... with the iron. Caitlin didn't suffer nearly as much as he would.
Heaving a heavy sigh as he turned away from her, she turned her back to him and walked back to the fireplace. "Of course I believed you, Irial. In the depths of my sould I beleived that you would come back. You always kept your promises, so why wouldn't I have that trust in you?"
"But if you don't know what to say," Caitlin added as she turned around to him. "Then you don't know what to say. I never once doubted that everything you did was for me. Was for us. Even when we had trouble in Galway. When I found out what happened with you when you were young. You never wanted me to find out, but I did. And I told you that I would always Love you, didn't I? It didn't matter to me what happened to you or what your past was." |