[Pointless. He's too distraught to even think of listening to them right now, and it's only beginning to look like one of her arguments with her mother, something for which she does not have the physical or emotional energy. Irhya grimaces and looks away, dropping back down onto the couch and leaning heavily into her yarn.]

...Fine. Just let it go, Mira. It's too fresh to do anything about right now.

[In hindsight, she wonders if maybe he would have been happier not knowing at all. Was it worth telling him the truth? Would he not have been hurt and distrustful either way? To what extent?]

You can yell and scream until your throat is raw if it pleases you, then. I don't care anymore.