Madelyn: Mmph! ♥!
Flora: Admit it, Trace. She’s a cute kid.
Trace: I suppose. In a manipulative sort of way.
Flora: …Say, Trace.
Trace: Hm?
Flora: Have you ever thought about… having kids?
Trace: K-kids? Er… no, I… hadn’t really considered it.
Trace: Honestly, I kinda figured “no kids” was a foregone conclusion once I decided to start dating outside of my own species, you know?
Trace: Why do you ask?
Flora: Um, well… I just need to know, it’s important. If it were somehow possible for us… would you want that?
Trace: I… don’t know. If I’m honest… I think I’d probably be the worst father ever. I have about six months worth of life experience and about two decades worth of stuff I can’t remember.
Trace: Everyone in the world either hates me for things I did or wants me to go back to the way I was before. Including an evil black smoke hallucination which I think might be my past self trying to reassert itself.
Trace: So yeah, I’m not exactly father materia—
Flora: Wait, wait, back up.
Flora: “Evil black smoke hallucination?”
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