"Why are you marrying her if you are asking me to talk you out of it? The answer should be simple. Don't," he said a little louder than intended, then he lowered his voice, "Yoivey, brother, you got yourself into a pickle. You don't want to marry her, no? What can you do to get out of it?" He had a sneaking suspicion that Zech was in some trouble beyond what he was saying, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.