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He endured her blows until she started to wear herself out. Reaching forward, he wrapped his arms around her and held her to him. Altair tried to grasp at something to say for the situation, but everything slipped through his fingers but for two words. "I'm sorry." He whispered to her as he rested his head against her shoulder. Thoughts whirled through his mind on the murders and crimes he had committed... all in the name of the freedom he wanted so badly. Now that he had that freedom, he wasn't sure if it had all been worth it.
Never had he thought of such a thing before, but now that Robyn was here with him, here inside his embrace once again, he suddenly started to feel guilty. He couldn't lie to himself and say being a thief wasn't exciting and the embodiment of what he had wanted. A thief is his own master, he answers to no one and does as he pleases.
Had he failed her all these years? Would it have been better if he took her with him when he ran away? Altair knew it wouldn't have. He didn't want her to know what it felt like to never know when your next meal would come, or not have anywhere to sleep but in a dirty alley, or constantly be alert for death. It was better that you stayed where you were. He decided silently.
The irony of the situation struck Altair as the thought entered his mind. He had kidnapped her! Took her away from her home, tied and gagged her, and brought her through that cursed forest. He failed her so horribly that Altair wouldn't be surprised at all if she wanted nothing more to do with him. Yet, if he hadn't of ran away, he would have already been married to someone from the Jasper family. His father was a forceful man, and Altair had no say in the situation. If he was to marry, it would be someone he loved, not something his family decided for him.
He wondered if lady luck was laughing at him. Within his arms was the only girl he ever had feelings for.
[ 07-30-2006, 12:23 AM: Message edited by: Deiter Leafblade ]
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