What if Bellatrix died? How would Delphi react?
Delphini refused believe Him. Refused to acknowledge any other words that might be spilling from those torturous lips, to meet His eye.
She was going to be sick.
She lunged forward, falling to her knees and grabbing for the waste bin. Bile burned up her entire throat. Still, her mind entirely refused to process what He had just told her.
Delphi's world was spinning - the floor uneven, colors bleeding into her vision, heartbeat thundering in her ears. Was she breathing? The only solid thing she could register was a gentle hand along her shoulder. She flinched, finally meeting His gaze through the haziness.
His stare confirmed all her worst fears at once.
She couldn't even hear herself screaming. She knows it must've sounded horrendous. It hurt - the wails ripping past her lips, they hurt.
She certain she must be dying. She wishes that she was.
Never in all of her life has she ever felt an agony even remotely like this.
Delphini is falling apart, shredding at the seams. Her heart must be failing her because surely -surely- it cannot take this. Her mind feels like it's slipping away, closing in on itself, tearing in half.
She's still screaming. Perhaps she'll never stop.
Father is holding her. He's with her on the floor as her agony rings hell into His study. Tears are running down her face so rapidly they burn. Everything burns. She's holding onto His arm like a lifeline, nails digging into fabric, skin. In any normal circumstance she'd doesn't think He'd ever hold her so close, so hard. Today she's certain she'd be broken on the floor if He wasn't here keeping her together, every ounce of her fractured. Mangled in misery.