"I'm sorry," Poe bit out, his anger and frustration clear with every word, even though it wasn't directed at the two of them. He wasn't looking at them at all, glaring out onto the horizon.
"I thought it would work. Who the hell arranges a marriage contract where the bridge goes back to her mother half of every year? It was-- I was trying to make things better and I'm afraid I made them worse."
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"I thought it would work. Who the hell arranges a marriage contract where the bridge goes back to her mother half of every year? It was-- I was trying to make things better and I'm afraid I made them worse."