Jaxson looked helplessly to Amy as she entered.(Not really, as previously mentioned by Jaxson he was tired of bringing people to be executed, but since these people were nameless they could be anyone, including Artemis' dad)
"I am not a murderer." Artemis defended. It was true, she may have wounded a few C.M.I. agents to protect herself or someone else, but she had never killed anyone, and never would even if told by her superior. Artemis simply wasn't a killer. "You may have not killed my father, but you bear the same amount of blood on your hands as the one who did for not only stopping the death but in aiding it." The pain of trying to hold back the tears collected in her throat, and Artemis gasped for breath. "Just, stop. Just stop." She whispered, taking a step back. The back of her hand was thrown against her mouth as she erupted into sobs. Artemis turned away and fled up the stairs, seeking an escape from Jaxson's explaination in the shelter of Amy's apartment.
"It's best to just leave her for now," Amy said softly. "It's been a long past few days on all of us and I honestly don't think all those tears are because of what you did in the past."
Jaxson reached an arm out to her and when she neared, he pulled her into a side hug. "I've missed you," he said softly.
Amy closed her eyes to rest them and chuckled in reply. Subject hopping, something he had never been very subtle at. "The house was quiet after you left. I'm sure yours wasn't though, what with Vanessa being doubly upset and all."
Jaxson nodded in agreement. Indeed, Nessie seemed to have grown more brusque that year. Amy had balanced it out when they lived with the Westons. The quiet of the kitchen would have been nice but for the muffled sobs he could hear from upstairs. "What Artemis said, it's true. But you know better than anyone there was nothing I could do about it."
Amy gave a small shrug as best she could and replied, "Of course I do. Don't tortue yourself over the the thought that you killed her father, because you didn't, not anymore than Vanessa killed mine." She looked up at him and studied his eyes for a moment, trying to discern what he was thinking. "Please, don't torture yourself."
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