[He curls around her and it doesn't take long for her to embrace him, pressing herself against him and wrapping her arms around what she can reach of his broad body. It's comforting, to be enveloped like this, to have someone shield her instead of her being too big for it. It helps her settle down, collect herself, but doesn't make it all hurt less.]

No you need to know. You need to know what happened. Because Twitch doesn't know. I can't tell her. That--He--Back home, we're all...just...just gone. He did it. He really did it.