User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/Ask the Doc and his Family!/@comment-30014014-20180218051709/@comment-30014014-20180304032050

The butterfly scruffes his antennas together in a laidback manner, his body language, relaxed "Don't worry about it. People don't see much in the little guy until they start understanding him. Though in my defense, I guess the ability to multiply can aid in changing hasty perspectives. Especially when the little guy happens to be famished".

The fool returns the same gaze, assuming his mask were off  "Trust me, that price has been steep for a whole of a century. Once, I was without emotion, save for the disturbing array of death for those before me, brought to this state for the sake of those behind me. This power, of parading the agent of death, tailored to the particular being in front of me...at the cost of apathy. Those I defended were fearful of me, as they should have been. The price coming to a full circle once I realized I hated what I was. No better than those I hunted, for my power only allowed me to destroy. What good is saving one if you cannot imprint the taste of life back into them? They see naught but two gladiators, on which their lives are meaningless. I hated that aspect of mine".

His voice plunges once again in an old night where he bore a different mask "This new version of mine, to burn the wounds of misery that war brought, the scent of betrayal of those supposed to guide us. The cost? The power I once bore, split in half in a shower of glass and radiance. This power, for compassion, empathy, the mere ability to make people forget their traumas, bind their wounds anew. A price I paid gladly..."

Once again, his stare turns to his spouse, seemingly sleeping, but full aware of their conversation "Of course, with the knowledge of what rules denizens live under, it's been a combat to wager patience, making full sure her sentience was her own and not the deep driven instincts that compelled her to love back. Fortunately, while a year without the substence most of them thrive on would seem to drive them to desperation, I found out it also was time enough for one to temper this thirst. So I waited two years after making my confession, although I know not how much more would I have been willing to bid had madam Samia not re-awaken this need. Fortunately for us, this one was no longer a mere response to instinctual needs. With sentience, came an aroma of complex emotions and thoughts".

The fool re-arranges his cradled hand on Alex's hip to more comfortably embrace it, his head lowering to join her even as he was slightly taller than her "Once she devoted most of that night to proclaim the same words of a new leaf, the last worries I've fondled in my mind evaporated".