[They probably managed to get married because a) without a trace of the fear he had now he had chased her, begged for her affection and loved her without a hint of surrendering and b) of moments like this-

His hands raised to grab her wrist, but it wasn't to struggle or try to break her hold. It was unusual. Somewhere between a drowning man grasping the hand of the one saving him and a loving hand holding. When he raised his eyes to meet her gaze, it was solid, strong look, even if his face was still shining with sweat from prior terror.]

I am not afraid of you.

[It was said in a way that no one could question its sincerity.

It lasted a few seconds before it was gone, nervous again and going a little limp.]

...I am scared of arguing with you though.

[It was hard to express oneself when you weren't really aware of who you were. Mumon wasn't even his name. It was a codename. Where he came from, he didn't know, who he was he didn't know, what was the purpose in existing he didn't know. The one thing he knew for sure was that he wanted to be with 18.]

I am not... a good husband. I only want to see you happy, but I don't know how to make it happen.