At Einmal, pending at Singularity.

[sorcerous]

Must you?

Yes; I have borne a monster. This does not mean that every child I have will be a monster, nor that you may twist such a thing into a menagerie of possible children.

Sloths? A half-boy, half-scorpion? A golden eagle? A litter of momongas? And a girl-sorcerer with too much mind and too little heart.

As for the rest: patience, if you will. Keep your focus to the faith healer, to the admiral, to the telepath. I tire.

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[sorcerous]

And if they are shuffled away into a private zoo in the wilderness, how can I love them then? I cannot abandon what I have set in motion.

[darkchilde]

That is up to you whether to let them join a zoo or not. Though I would not mind the entertainment.

[sorcerous]

My children are not a sideshow.

[darkchilde]

Whatever you say, Mischief Maker.

You would do well to guard your children if you cared for them so much.

[sorcerous]

You would do well not to threaten one like me.

[darkchilde]

Peace, god.

It was not a threat. Just a friendly warning.