[ There it was. It took a BSOD, but she saw that flash of dark insight, that unholy fire that burned briefly on his person and in the white iris of his left eye.
It was a good look on him. Her smile was both proud and smug. This is my beloved son, in whom I am well pleased. ]
You apparently currently have a ghostly father - why can't you your young and pregnant mother?
[ She laughed as she cupped Copia's face, looking at him with a mother's gaze, the maternal slave that she was. ]
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It was a good look on him. Her smile was both proud and smug. This is my beloved son, in whom I am well pleased. ]
You apparently currently have a ghostly father - why can't you your young and pregnant mother?
[ She laughed as she cupped Copia's face, looking at him with a mother's gaze, the maternal slave that she was. ]