"I'm telling you, Dante, I don't know how, but I'm sure you've got a way to do it." Malachi's strained and exhausted voice barely reached my ears as I myself was too busy trying to compose myself.
We had done the only thing we felt possible at the last moment, and that was to take this little man out and try to tire him out.
Only to find out that trying to tire out a toddler with an agenda was a far more stressful activity than facing an Apostle of Fear.
Luckily, the little guy had finally run out of juice and was now sleeping peacefully within Nyssara's arms.
"Haaa… I'm not doing it, Malachi. What if something goes wrong?" I shook my head exhaustedly as I looked at the sleeping kid in echoing dread.
"It's the only way. That kid might still remember shit when he wakes up, and we don't want that happening, now do we?"
The monkey was adamant.
