The relief that Mariya had experienced was obvious. Vitali could actually see it in her eyes even if he wasn't the most empathetic person around. Part of him had feared she was going to leave as well, or perhaps even kill herself in the way that he suggested someone might make this look. He didn't want to deal with either of those situations. As she was someone he loved, he would certainly rather have died then her.<br/><br/>Just like saying it, listening to it was both harder and easier than he had figured. It was harder because his worst fears were now certainly confirmed. However, it was also easier in a way. After all, now he knew that there had been no other man. There was no one that she would have wanted to be with more than him.<br/><br/>Certainly, he never could have handled that one at all. He would have felt like someone was trying to show him up.<br/><br/>"Since we are both in this together now, whether we do want or don't want to be, then why wouldn't I forgive you? I have nothing to gain by being upset, but c'mon now, don't we have a lot to pack?" Vitali then began to run about collecting what few things he could find to serve as luggage. It was going to be difficult to get around, knowing that he had often been in the newspapers and such.<br/><br/>People probably knew his face, but they mostly saw a pilot with a shaved head. Now that his hair was longer and more fashionable they might not even recognize him. This would be especially true if he were dressed differently.<br/><br/>It really did look like he was rushing to get going. Then again, this made sense, because his life depended on it. He didn't mean to up and spark as though he were going crazy. However, he was honestly right about needing to do this fast if they were going to live this way. Everyone was going to be hot on their trail the moment that they figured out something was up.