Cut my losses

All at once his worries were cast aside in light of whatever Twig wanted to tell him. He'd been too worried about what was going on inside his own head - worried about whether Twig would be upset he hadn't told her he'd talked to Ignis and what he'd admitted to him. Would she judge him for admitting he thought he might've once loved his friend? Would it bother her? All of those questions suddenly evaporated as she began to speak, his worries amplifying as he heard the pain in her voice. Something was wrong, seriously wrong, and it pained him that he'd even said anything while she listened to him so patiently and held in whatever this pain was.

I didn't know, she started, and he held his tongue, certain she was trying to find the words to say what she meant. The tears started and it took everything in him to not hold her close, instead waiting patiently for the words to come. Once they finally did he felt the world fall beneath his paws. It felt like he was floating, the world around him melting away, and only Twig remained. She'd been pregnant, and now she wasn't. She'd lost them. He felt a wave of grief suddenly hit him, knocking the air from his lungs; but even more heavy was the weight that suddenly fell on his shoulders. Had it been his fault? For not knowing, not seeing the signs? Could he have done something differently? But more than anything he felt pain for Twig's own experience. She'd been carrying them, not him, and the loss somehow seemed bigger for her.

What did they do from here? Corvus had no idea. "Oh.. Twig..." He breathed finally once he caught his breath, quickly pulling her close to him with sudden desperation. He felt tears stinging his eyes that he clamped tightly shut as he held her close. "I'm sorry. So, so so sorry," he whined, feeling helpless but wanting desperately to try to console her in any way possible. No other words were able to come. Why us? What did we do wrong? What happened? He knew the questions wouldn't help any and might only further the hurt, but they didn't stop circling his head like a pack of starved vultures. Why them? What had they done to deserve this?