He remembered all too well what it was like to barely escape an explosion. The force slamming him to the ground, debris raining down around him, the disorientation. The first few seconds after when alive or dead was an uncertainty. The abandoned airport hanger had been the last time, back when he'd barely known Parker, Hardison, and Nate, except by reputation. It had shaken him up enough for the police to get a set of cuffs around his wrist and herd him into the back of an ambulance.
But that had been one building, empty because the only targets had been a couple of thieves and a mastermind that someone had tried to wipe out. It had never been an entire city and he'd never blamed himself, at least not in that moment. Not that time. He reached over to take one of her wrists, undoing the velcro strap and pulling at the glove.
"Just answer me one question?" he asked, tossing the glove on the ground at her feet, letting her handle the other one. "Did you know that by making him open that watch, you were letting a madman loose?" It was an honest question. Some people took more blame on themselves than they needed to and once again, he was reading Martha as someone who wouldn't intentionally endanger the world.