>>5903184“I know you too well. You wouldn't want someone you went through all the effort to save, even if it cost you your, life to mourn your death.” she continues with a smile. “You'd want them to live their life happily, remembering what you did but not feeling sorry for you.”
“Heh, you know me too well.” you reply, leaning in for a kiss with your wife. Who reciprocates hungrily, Megumin wrapping her arms around your neck and pushing you down onto the sand. Where the two of you remain for a few moments, your wife coming up for air with a hungry look in her eyes. But as she does, you both hear your children splashing closer, you propping yourself up on your elbows as she looks over her shoulder, Kazuburo holding a giant seashell over his head.
“Mom, Dad look!” Meloka Wolbach shouts excitedly. “Look what Kazuburo found!”
“I see that. Wow, well done.” your wife says as he runs up, holding out the massive conch shell. It's easily the size of your torso, but what they couldn't sense is there's still a being living in the shell. One that, as your wife starts to reach out, suddenly lunges out of as well. You react instantly, grabbing the beast by both its pincers and stopping it from clamping onto her. “Woah!”
“Looks like this shell's still occupied.” you say, holding onto the beast. As your son screams out, he drops the shell, you catching it telekinetically as he runs back towards his sister, screaming about 'seashell monsters'. But, after a moment's consideration decide against killing the thing, instead slowly releasing the beast's claws. Immediately the crustacean retreats back into the shell, no doubt scared for it's life. So you gently take the shell in both hands, standing up and wading a bit further out into the water before setting it down in the sand. You back away, the creature immediately scuttling off towards the deeper water.
“You let it go?” Why? It tried to attack Mom!” Meloka Wolbach asks as she runs up to you, you turning to see your daughter frowning in confusion. To which you laugh a little, kneeling down and placing a hand on her shoulder.
“Yes. Because it was scared.” you tell her, your daughter's expression growing even more confused. “That crab lives in its shell. If you were walking to school and some big monster picked you up, what would you do?”
“Oooooooh, I get it!” your daughter says, her enthusiasm causing you to smile warmly. “We're a lot bigger than the crab. If some big monster I'd never seen before picked me up, I'd probably attack him too.”
