He towered over them as they worked on in ignorance just before the boom came down.
They could tell themselves their matriarch was safe, far below ground level. They could take solace in the fact that more sisters were waiting to be born deep below. They could even tell each other a little co-ordinated effort would rebuild this part of their home.
Now was anguish, chaos, and confusion.
It almost– almost– made him feel better about his broken nose, his bloody lip, and the lingering sickness in his stomach.
And it was that damn almost that killed him the most.
(challenge at terribleminds)