I knew that I was pushing limits that I had no business pushing by saying everything that I was saying to her, but I couldn’t help but feel like I had no choice but to do so. She wouldn’t listen to reason, and I felt like this was the only thing that she would possibly heed and take into consideration.
I knew that I couldn’t blame her for refusing to marry me, but that didn’t mean that I would allow her to actually do so. Whether she knew it or not, it would be better for all of Atlantis if she stayed—and as much as I hated to admit it, that included me.
I was willing to admit that I hadn’t been the easiest person to deal with as of late, since she had arrived, but that didn’t mean that I was any less willing to take her back. I knew that it was easier said than done, but that was simp
