"Oh... oh Owen," she whispered back, the tears spilling out over her stained cheeks and wending down past dried and flaking patches of a substance that any man might recognize. Felicity started to lift a hand to touch his chest, until she saw how it was dirtied with the blood of her own deflowering and the evidence of the ferocious coupling that had followed.<br/><br/>"It's what is done here," she said brokenly as she met his sorrowful eyes. "We cannot stop it- you shouldn't try. He'll only kill you or worse for it. Please, please, Owen, just... just apologize to him. Apologize, and- and forget me."