Kankri screams and lashes out when he's grabbed up, feeling trapped, he's got to get away-

And then Venus is murmuring in his ear, comforting him. Shooshing him. Any other time he might protest such a blatant advance, but right now he's too messed up to care. He curls his arms around her and starts to sob into her warm skin.

"They cut him apart, they cut him to pieces, Venus," he gasps against her shoulder. His breath is coming too fast; he's going into hysterics. He's never seen someone dead before.