As Bridget reached out and took Harrison's hand, he turned to look at her. Fear was in her eyes, fear shook his entire body.<br/><br/>He looked back at Theodore, "Good Sir, P.." He stuttered and looked at his feet, "Please, I love her so." He looked back at Theodore again, muster up the most pleading and sincere look upon his face possible, and bowed his head slightly. "And she loves me." He closed his eyes, knowing it was useless.<br/><br/>-- Theodore looked at the helpless man stutter, he probably did love her, but as far as Theodore was concerned, Bridget's hand (and the rest of her body) belonged to him. And he wasn't about to let her go.<br/><br/>"She is mine actually," he turned to Bridget, "Your father has gifted you to me." He snarled at the Harrison. "And I gift to you, a clean death." He gestured to Edward and then to Harrison.<em>Have him disposed of.</em>