Morningside Cuesta naked and alone we came into exile

She said nothing.
 
The boy did not speak either. He did not turn his attention back to her again. All that he could see were the images that had painted themselves in the forefront of his mind. All that he knew was that his life would never be the same again. All of the hope that he had clung to had been stripped from him. His family had been crippled by the accident. As far as he knew, Illidan was the only one who could confirm it. Eventually, he would need to find his mother and tell her. She would likely spend her time searching for her missing family. The boy still did not know where she would have gone. He did not even know where she had left from.
 
Breathing a shaky breath, the boy closed his eyes for a moment to stare only at darkness. It was safe there; he felt as though he did not have to think when he was surrounded by black. If Grezig was hoping that he would speak up, she was waiting for an unlikely happening. Illidan would rather sever his tongue than speak of what had happened – what he had witnessed. In his mind, no one would ever understand. No one could ever feel the way that he felt in that moment.