"He never loved me. Ewan, I mean. He never did love me, despite all my antics. All he did, all his services, all his care, was all out of duty… If I hadn't been a saviour, I wouldn't have been the object of his attention…I was just too blinded by lust and anger to see that." Fiona muttered, after Ewan's tense response; after the silence had held the stage for about two minutes.
"And during the time of my fruitless chase, I wasn't even faithful. I was always with Morgan, visited him… Morgan treated me like I wanted to be treated… all that… and I wasn't even aware that I was destroying myself." She added, as if talking to herself, but her voice, as soft as it was, could still be heard by everyone in the room.
A pause.
"I'm ready to take any punishment." She stated in a more steady tone, finally looking up, looking at Old Mr. Thorne. "I can take anything, sir. Only let me not remain here… please…"
