"A bit like being in the womb I should imagine, cosy." she interjects. The silk thread in her hands feels luxurious, strong yet smooth.
"I wouldn't worry about your little ones," she tells the man. "I'm a father, you can't do this to me. To them. I have responsibilities." "Hold on a minute. Does that mean that I am expendable? Just because I don't have children then your life is more important than mine?"
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"I wouldn't worry about your little ones," she tells the man.
"I'm a father, you can't do this to me. To them. I have responsibilities."
"Hold on a minute. Does that mean that I am expendable? Just because I don't have children then your life is more important than mine?"