While Aeron's reassuring words and emotional support in these difficult times provided Kieran with some degree of comfort, it wasn't entirely noticeable. Still sobbing, the Notorious Wilshere managed to collect himself enough to meet his friend's gaze, "Thanks", he sniffed, wiping the tears from his features, "You're a good friend, Aeron". He did his best to force a weak smile but his current disposition wouldn't allow it. The impending death of his mother by the entity that took his father coupled with the fact that he was completely helpless to prevent it, after years of preparation and study of the supernatural, it was too much to bear. It was like a slap in the face.
Like being told that all of the work, time, effort and energy imparted into understanding Rama Red had proven fruitless. And because of that, his mother was going to die. He needed solitude. Rising to his feet, Kieran cleared his throat as he gathered his bearings, "I need some time to myself, Aeron. Please", he paused, briefly shutting his eyelids to fight back the reemerging tears, "Don't let anyone come see me". Minutes from now he was alone, locked in his room, head resting against his bed's pillow as he tried to ease his pain in slumber. But he couldn't, he simply couldn't. His heart had been cut through, bleeding as it sunk into the pit of his stomach while the world itself went gray from the tangible sorrow he felt.
Like his father's death, this was not something he would learn to overcome. It wasn't something one could simply 'get over'. It was simply something he would learn to live with. Or so he hoped to.