[She's in the mood to punish him, it seems. Though if anything the words have their effect, make him realise how much he deserves it, how unintentionally callous he's been. Because the thought of losing Portia fills him with a deep cold void, an ache like a knife slipped between the ribs and twisted. He hadn't considered it, what it might be like for her to watch him hang, how it felt for her after his arrest, both before she knew of his plan and after it. And she would have watched, wouldn't she, wouldn't have left him there to die alone, whether it was a permanent death or not.]
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I wouldn't, Pasha. You know that.
[His voice is a little tight, a little raw.]
I've been a scoundrel, haven't I.