>>5398099You hear the voice in your bones, in your mind, accompanied by that uncanny, unsettling hum which characterizes the communication you have exchanged with Glowie’s mother in the past. At first, you’re not sure what she is apologizing for—being unprepared for you, not being fully developed into her final form in time for your arrival, perhaps for the briefness of this visit which her attendants so insist upon? Then, you recall her confession of love to you those months ago, the enthusiasm with which she would cling, cuddle, caress… And you realize what she means:
‘Sorry I’m a monster.’
She trembles silently, her segmented compound eyes seemingly avoiding your own, looking as if she’d like nothing better than to crawl back in her cocoon and avoid your gaze.
How do you feel about this development?
>You feel awkward, uncertain what is expected of you, but wish to be polite to a friend and ally>You feel embarrassed that you have bred with such a thing, and a little disgusted, though you do your best to hide it>You empathize, as a being who grew up 'different' as well, and want her to be okay>Your heart hurts to see her like this, and you wish to bring her comfort and affection>Write-in 