I seriously thought the titans were like...
Let's say I took a piss somewhere, and that pee suddenly turned into a monster or something ridiculous like that.
It was the kind of absurd explanation that would make anyone laugh if it weren't so embarrassingly close to how I had been rationalizing it in my head all this time.
So yeah, it would be embarrassing to tell the fairies later: "Ah, sorry, sorry! Those gross crawling things with eyes on their arms? They actually belong to me."
The mental image of trying to explain that to Roselyn or the others made my face heat up even more than the surrounding wasteland, a flush of awkwardness spreading across my skin.
So I had planned to destroy them quickly.
But I didn't think they were... my babies.
The weight of that word settled heavily in my chest as I stared down at her, the guilt gnawing deeper with every passing second and making my raised hand feel heavier than before.
Hm...?
