Their father had wanted to control them, as if they were mere extensions and representations of himself. And most of all, he wanted to shape and form Tibby and force him into some...version of himself. But Tibby was much better, and it had all been for naught. Perhaps her father would have considered it all worth it if it gained the effect he wanted. But nothing justified what he did, what he wanted to do, and he was about to pay for it.
She listened to everything Fletcher said. And Felixa did have to wonder - how true was it? How exactly did Fletcher feel about Tibby? But those thoughts were for another time. It was time for this man, Samuel Abaddon, to die. His crimes had been partly elucidated, though they were far greater than those listed, and there was only one judgment and one punishment.
Without saying another word to the man she had once considered her father, Felixa lowered her wand, raised Giustizia and stabbed him through the heart. Her anatomy was quite good on that. Her body was still extended when she heard the door open, and her first thought was Tibby, but the feminine shriek that came let her know otherwise.
With a quick turn, Felixa had pulled out the sword, which dripped blood, disarmed her mother, and stepped closer, locking the door to the study. "You," she declared, "heard Tibby scream and did nothing today. He asked for help, and you did nothing. You allowed him to be kept here without medical care against his will. You listened to your young daughters scream and acted like nothing was wrong. Injustice was done, and you could have stopped it, but you did nothing. And for that, you are just as guilty as him."
There was only one just choice. Her actions had led to pain and suffering that could have been prevented. To have the power to prevent injustice and do nothing, to turn a blind eye and live one's life, was wrong.
She had to die. Felixa immobilized her. "You will die as you have lived," Felixa told her, "Doing nothing." Giustizia plunged through another guilty heart.