Pony shook his head as he took his drink and downed some more. "You don't get it. Of course she wanted that. I would have wanted it for her under more careful circumstances. I wanted her to be safe. I wanted her to be careful. I know very very well how women are treated. I've spoken to women like the ones working upstairs and the ones on the street. The ones most women would rather starve than 'lower themselves' to. It is completely pure luck she was not put in a similar place. She barely knew her first husband when they became lovers. He could have been lying to her, it happens all the time. One person against her could have spilled what was going on and she'd have been called names and hated by most of the people in town, thinking she'd be going for their husbands or sons. It happens all the time."

He shook his head and sighed hanging his head. "It was pure chance she turned out okay. And then she wanted to date again. And of course, I'm always wrong for not approving how she did things. For wanting caution. So she'd be safe. Of course I got upset. In the end, I would have always been her brother. But in the end, my worries and my words of caution didn't matter. I didn't matter to her. Less than some guy she ran into in a pub one day. Of course I"m furious. You can't understand my pain." He said with a sigh and closed his eyes, gripping the glass dangerously tight.