He nodded, not exactly sure how to respond. He kept thinking the same things over and over again, and repeating them wasn't going to do any good. The fact of the matter was that a few hours previous, he and Haku had been completely fine--and now both of them looked like they had been pushed rather forcefully into a garbage compactor. Well, that was how Artemis felt emotionally, at least. His arm and the bandage on his neck were rather superfluous compared to the abuse Caleb had put him through. Although having his arm snapped like a twig hadn't exactly been a pleasant experience at all.

So, of course, he returned to the next thought he had:

"When Zabuza-san sees you like this, he's going to murder me."

[Be right back, heading home! ♥]