You can’t be a bad person and expect life to bring you good things, that’s something you learned the hard way. The blood of the past had stained your hands permanently, Dutch’s gang was nothing but a bunch of poor demons lost at the hand of God.

"Molly." You insisted. You were aware of the woman’s feelings, the most complicated part of which was that her love was reciprocated. "You’re not getting it."

She had suffered. With Dutch, she’d been through hell, and now that Dutch had finally let her go, she just wanted to feel protected in your arms.

"I’m a dangerous man." You argued very seriously. "I’m a danger. My past is full of blood and my name is recorded in every police station in every county."

"Do you love me?"

You took a hand to your hair. You snarled in frustration. How could you not love her? That was the worst part.

"You do not wish a life with me for yourself. No one wishes that, Molly."

"Enough."

"Molly..."

"I’ll wipe the blood off your hands as many times as it takes, I’ll be with you every time a lawman goes for your head." Molly exclaimed. You were silent. She was so temperamental. "I will lie so many times if it means keeping you safe. Do you love me?"

Your eyes met hers for long, tense seconds.