He was starting to cry, which was so stupid, because he'd cried twice in one day, where he hadn't even cried at dad's funeral, but he couldn't seem to help it. The shaking got worse, hard wracking shudders, as if by pure harsh movement Aaron could shake off everything he'd felt in the last hour. "He's so lost and angry--" there was no telling who he was referring to by now, since the rest of it was lost in coughing mutters as Aaron tried unsuccessfully to stop bawling like a little kid. "Hurt," got through at one point, and "kill" and "afraid."