"So you left your own child behind?" What sort of skewed logic is this person even operating on? "Well fucking done. Equal exchange, was it? Wasn't enough to have just one pre-adolescent wandering about so you decided to set them all loose?"

Rush needs to manufacture a grip on his own fucking breathing. He wrests it into something less heavy, less wrenching, and pinions the woman with a furious, deeply critical glare.

"All right," he raps out shortly. "What are their names. What do they look like. Contextualize, why don't you."