"I don't understand why he would - why this? My husband loves me, Dom loves me, doesn't he Arthur? He has to, we were going to have a family together. Why would he-?"

She takes a startled breath, wounded like she wants to cry, is so lost that she can't see out of it, but Mal hates being weak. Arthur's the only one she's ever let her guard down round, when she had been panicked and scared of insects. Arthur, her little white knight, her lamb. She raises his gaze to his, eyes flecked with confusion, with pain.

"Oh my love, my lamb. I am sorry."