"I love you," he repeated, shaking her again. "I have for . But if I asked you to pick, you'd choose Arobynn, and I. Can't. Take. It." "You're a damned idiot," she breathed grabbing the front of his tunic. "You're a moron and an ass and a ." He looked like she had hit him. But she went on, and grasped both sides of his face. "Because I'd pick you."