Hoshor Plains i've been running all my life

Runion was talking too fast— it was too much. Out of the jumble he picked out words like Lanawyn, bitch, dead, children, mother— children. The implications hit him in the next moment. Something rose in his throat. He couldn't—
Oh, god. Alarian threw his weight hard enough to turn, still trapped beneath Runion but facing away now. He retched, chest heaving with the effort; only bile came up.