things didn't pan out

Yes, you should have! Alonso readily agreed, ungracefully casting spittle. Maybe he really shouldn't be talking to his own mother this way, but he had no other way to process his feelings, and she was the cause of them. He reached for the wrist of his mother's hand that had run through his hair, but that was it--his fingers curled lightly around it, but the boy didn't grip it any more tightly and didn't push it away from him. How can you just stand there like he--he--he's not dead?!

He looked from one of her eyes to the other, as if searching for an answer by sheer willpower of his own mind, and then his mouth moved as he tried to form words that would never come out. Was anyone safe here now? Were Eularia's own children free from whatever had possessed her to do what she had done? Are you...Enzino...Fran...Adaria... Alonso swallowed. If anyone hurts them too...