Utterly Mad

Amy didn't want to move. She willed herself to just lie in bed and never ever get back up... though of course she couldn't do that. She couldn't just give up when they had a shot at finding out who did this. But Amy was conflicted and fighting her own internal battle in that moment. It'd been a while of just thinking about nothing, avoiding the reality and having to find the people, but now with the opportunity, her mind was a war zone.

With some tossing and turning, and just a tad bit of groaning, she got up with John's comment. Wipe off the tears, huh? Was it that easy for him? Amy glared at him, feeling bothered that he could just get over this so soon. He was already ready to get to action, like he didn't even care that they died but that because of their death he gets to drink whisky all day and punch people. Amy thought of it as an excuse to be his usual, hard ass self. Amy didn't see him sob, didn't see him cry, he's just been like that this whole time. When he changed his last name, he really changed entirely. Not the same brother she loved. At least Flynn had shown some compassion and tenderness.

Amy left the shed. The sun blinded her as she avoided mouthing off to her brother. She knew better than that. Her emotions were getting the best of at the moment. Or perhaps that was real, raw emotion as she stepped out into the crispy sun. She lifted the hat from around her neck; she'd sewed on a string after it blew off running for her Ma, and shielded herself from the sun. Then, she walked with Flynn to get the scoop, but remained quiet and distant.