[b]"You don't hate me?" Ella asked, her gaze still down towards her lap, "You should, Marken. If I wasn't so weak-willed, I would have done something unforgivable to you."

Ella forced herself to look up at Marken, feeling an ache in her chest as she took in his face. Like he told her before, he didn't look angry at all. She couldn't understand it at all, she was so used to people reacting more... violently.[/b]