Swiftcurrent Creek You Don't Tug on Superman's Cape; You Don't Spit Into the Wind

Viinturuth stood strong, and even shoved his shoulder harder at her in a rough sort of comfort that Talos was desperately grateful to cling to, right now. A-a-a-a-all of them! she yowled, not paying her paws too much mind as they clumsily reached blindly out to grasp her brother's form smotheringly closer yet. The terrible mental images were to horrible to be borne, and yet they kept playing in her mind, over and over and over... Perhaps on some level she was instinctively thinking that with the sights and sounds etched so disturbingly clear in her memories, if she made close enough contact with Viinturuth he could somehow absorb it all through osmosis. Magically.

All of them, she whispered even more intensely. M-m-mom went tha' way 'n' Da' went theh, w-with Ar'ya gon' with him an— Talos literally choked upon her own words for a long moment, unable to get anything further out. The gagging and gasping stuttering attempts at verbiage were likely near as painful to hear as they were to oneself experience. Then, at last, though still half-strangled: MomsehDadin' love her! Talos suddenly went limp, all at once, the enormity of this statement seeming to suck the vitality straight out of her. Her eyes brimmed with misery as they sought out her brother's, to see if he at last understood and what he might be making of all this. Or would he think she was simply imagining things? A smothering additional leaden weight settled onto Talos's heart as the notion crossed her mind: sure, she'd always had a pretty active imagination and been given to a bit of braggadocio and massaging of the truth, but surely her brothers couldn't think she'd be outright making it all up? Not on something as enormous as this.