[ Faraday grows still as Matthew speaks, something cold and bitter sinking in his gut as he goes on.

None of these were thoughts that had ever occurred to Faraday, but then again, why would they? Faraday has always been a selfish man, has always considered his own needs first before anyone else's.

The reminder of that selfishness is enough to make him wince and bow his head.

He hadn't thought of any of this. Hadn't considered the great impacts it would have on Emma's life, should she ever return his affections – a fact that still feels impossible to Faraday, regardless of what Matthew might say. Even beyond who he is, Emma couldn't – shouldn't – love him because of what he is.

And that hurts even worse.

And what kind of bastard was he, really, that he hadn't ever considered Emma's well-being in all this?

He's silent for a long moment, regret winding through his gut, sour and burning like bile. His expression is caught in a scowl. ]

All the same, ain't it? It's as you say – not much of a life for her, with me hangin' around. Bein' what I am.

[ His lips press together in a grim line, hands tensing over his belt. ]

I ought to leave her alone, is what you're sayin'.