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Abigail supposed in some ways, the nerves that Mister McGraw could exhibit were quite charming, especially when one considered precisely what he was capable of. She wondered idly if perhaps he had forgotten the core bond between them, how deeply ensnared it was in his fate and that of Mister Hamilton’s, but in the end she supposed it didn’t matter. So long as he allowed his fear to cage him like this, there would be no hope for happy endings.

“You’re Captain Flint – or have you forgotten that part of yourself, holed up here all alone with your fear and your sadness for so long?” Rising to her feet, Abigail paced the small confines of the earthbare kitchen floor, agitation in the flick of her wrist through the air, cutting across all interruption as her other hand found purchase at her hip while she strode along, expounding on her point. 

For good or for ill, surrender was not a look that suited this man and she was quite through with bearing witness to it. “It’s been nearly a decade or more – certainly I cannot account for feelings held so dear, let alone the sort which have accumulated the grief and guilt that these carry – but has it not occurred to you in your isolation that maybe the reason he doesn’t come is because he doesn’t know how? Think of it from his perspective for a moment!”

She turned, finally facing him, “While you were out here fighting and waging war on account of his memory, he was toiling day and night, surviving on the hope that you and his wife were happy. But you’re not – you weren’t then and you certainly aren’t now – and the man you became isn’t the one he remembers, anymore than he is the man who you loved all those years ago! Did it ever occur to you that maybe he is just as frightened as you are, and as long as you hide away in this house, pushing him away because he ran from the enormity of it all, neither one of you will ever get to stop being afraid?” 

She caught herself then, realizing she had no place in this business and looked away. “You never once struck me as a man who would run from his problems. When I met you, not even the entire force of England could hold you back. Fear was the last thing in this world that could cripple you – to see it doing so now? It’s actually quite horrible.” And was it any wonder that people were worried, because of it?