"Shss....don't blame yourself Angel. You saved yourself and if you hadn't killed him, I would have done it myself." Atlas pulled away from her and touched her cheeks with his hand, wiping away any traces of tears on her face. He gazed into her eyes and furrowed his brows when he saw the emotion fleeting in her eyes. He had seen the same thing before.
Guilt.
"Don't feel guilty Angel. You did what you had to do and I'm proud of you." Atlas whispered.
"But I-I-why are you okay with being with a woman who has blood on her hands..." Her voice trailed off and her face doubtlessly turned crimson as her eyes dropped to her lap where her hands now fidgeted in nervousness.
Atlas shrugged, "I don't mind honestly but I prefer to be the one whose hands would be stain with the blood. "
Meredith took a deep breath and looked up at Atlas, her hazel eyes were so anguished he felt his heart being crushed.
