( hmmm, ominous, but having nearly died he can see why, )

I would have preferred you say it was because I was particularly interesting.

( that he did this, he means. granted, he's not terribly offended-- most things here operate on instinct; even eichi himself, though he makes a good show of not seeming like it. )

I can't really be sure, though-- my kind's never been bred; we're too unstable, generally, to bear anything. Whether through miracle or sheer determination, yours managed to take hold.

( the children, though ... he hadn't thought about what they'd be like, only that he'd have to bear them, or it, or whatever. his hand looses from wataru's hair, where he comes to rest it gently on his stomach-- not really voicing any complaint as to how or where wataru chooses to touch him at the moment. )

... It'd be better if they took after you, I think. I'd hate for them to be the kind to melt so easily, like angels. ( mmm... his stomach, too, feels particularly warm, which he finds more a bother than anything else - it leaves the rest of him feeling much colder. ) Perhaps a little like you, but malleable like me ... Then none of the scientists will be able to trap them, I think. Ah, perhaps they'll even escape...

( doubtful, but an interesting thought. a moment, considering... what they'll be like, huh... )

... Well, if we keep them fed and cared for, they'll likely end up well. ( probably. ) And when it'll be a surprise, whatever we end up with... ♪