Esme was shocked. "How could he say that? Of course I appreciate him! He knows I do! I've told him I will do anything he wishes, anything he wants."
She sighed deeply. "Why does he have to be so... so...?" she couldn't even think of the word to describe it. "If he does feel more then brotherly love for me, then why does he desire the clown girl? It doesn't make sense. How can I trust him? Mortimer, within a few hours he killed me, claimed that he always loved me as his sister, kissed me like a lover and now he gets hands on with another woman. When he killed me he nearly destroyed me. I can't go through that kind of pain again. And if he wants someone like her, he could never want someone like me."
Giving a sad smile, she patted his hand. "He is lucky to have a friend like you. We are all lucky to have someone like you. You are a good soul Mortimer. I can see it."
Esme stood. "I want to be alone for a while. I need to think. I won't go far. See you later."
She disappeared from sight, reappearing across the way near one of the show tents. She wrapped her arms around herself and looked at the sky.
"Do you truly want me here Hag?" she asked aloud to herself.