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The door leads straight to his quarters, and Rial has never been so glad.

uh - placeholder, more stuff about kids and dead kids, etc etc, really can't be arsed right now. Basically he's got a sketchpad and he's sitting on the couch trying not to think about it.

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eiattu_pride

"No, Plourr, I..."

His voice trails off and he shuts his eyes, can't say what he wants to say, you don't understand. Instead he breathes and thinks and finally, finally glances up.

"I saw it. Him. And he was dead and Plourr, what if our child died? I can't - I can't do this. I can't be a father."

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fighting_mad

She stiffens and pulls away, enough that she can see him when she talks to him. She is pale, still, and facing him when she says doggedly, "You can do this. You're going to be a good father, Rial Pernon. That's one of the few things about this that I'm sure of. If he dies--" She glances down and shakes her head honestly. "I don't-- I don't know. There's always that risk when you care about somebody." It's a risk that Plourr is always conscious of. But, "You can't dwell on that shit. What ifs and hypotheticals. You just can't. You'll go spaced." She thinks about them sometimes, but she tries not to, too much. And usually, she does pretty well at that.

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eiattu_pride

"Yeah," he says. "Yeah. You're right."

Doesn't really make easy but she's right, and he can hold her and move until he's got his head on her shoulder and hope, wish, pray, know that things are gonna be okay.

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fighting_mad

"Of course I am." She runs her fingers through his hair, carefully smoothing the couple of tangles they meet. "You're going to teach him how to read and write. How to play pranks. You're good with children, my count. I've seen it. All the other kids are going to be jealous of how astral his dad is."

It's unclear when 'it' became unacceptable and she started saying 'he.' Somewhere along the way, she started to accept that this is going to happen. She doesn't notice it, to be honest, or notice that she is referring to a boy.