The Bracken Woods disappear from everyone i hold so close to me

The words almost feel like being physically struck — no, he'd have preferred that. He swallows hard, and considers turning away; it's obvious this interaction is lost. But then he registers the boy's question, and something bitter rises in his throat. He raped my mother, The words taste rancid sliding off his tongue. He almost chokes on them, but some cold energy drives more from him, some strange manic need to spill the vile truths he's lived with these last months. And my sister. He tried to kill me — The words catch in his throat and he swallows hard. For a few seconds it feels as if the air is pressing in around him, the world shifting and tilting.
He was my brother, He says after a long moment, chest tight. Runion.