"I am well aware of my mistakes, Mr Becket," Hercules hisses in response, his eyes narrowing dangerously. It's a miracle nobody has stepped in between them to try to break this up yet. He figures everyone is just too stunned to do much of anything.

"And I am trying to atone for them as best as I can." Why the fuck do you think he would have proposed to Mako in the center of the fucking mess hall instead of somewhere beautiful and private? All of their pivotal moments have been beautiful and private and he honestly thought that was enough, but he clearly hadn't been thinking, hadn't tried to see this from Mako's point of view, and he knows, okay, he fucking knows that he fucked this up. He's trying to make it right, now, after the fact. "Your temper tantrums are not helping matters in the slightest."

If Raleigh wanted his words to have a visible effect on the Marshal, he's going to be disappointed. Hercules' face is stony and cold as he watches Raleigh back up, whatever emotions he's dealing with tucked safely away behind a featureless mask.

"Get out of my sight."