[ All he can hear is Aracha's voice, twisted with emotions that he never should be aiming at Rafael, and a dull feedback sound; something else shattered along with the piece flung to the wall.

That tone of voice shakes him to his core. He'll have nightmares about it. ]

What... [ He shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. ] What are you talking about? You're right here. I'm still marrying you.

[ There's so much emphasis on every sentence; he wants to nail it down.

Their happy life.

Their future discovering the sins of the past.

The way he's going to move Aracha's cat into his apartment the moment they step foot on land.

A small part of him knows he's saying it so intently for his own benefit. When did he get so delusional? He was always a realist. But this damned boat had a way with reality. ]