This is not her son and with that goes the scant morals she holds towards him and his own . This cildd is a doppleganger. Something she use until it breaks.
Pity, yet not, and Esmeryl lunges at 'The Child' without a thought.
Based on the way she moves, she knows how Donnie will defend him self or not, and eventually, she will have the turtle in her claws. The grip is tight as she ascends into he air.
"We shall land when I found suitable land. Yet. The planet I am on? Name it, child. And, know that I find no pleasure within the threat to the like of my son for answers. He would understand, though."
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This is not her son and with that goes the scant morals she holds towards him and his own . This cildd is a doppleganger. Something she use until it breaks.
Pity, yet not, and Esmeryl lunges at 'The Child' without a thought.
Based on the way she moves, she knows how Donnie will defend him self or not, and eventually, she will have the turtle in her claws. The grip is tight as she ascends into he air.
"We shall land when I found suitable land. Yet. The planet I am on? Name it, child. And, know that I find no pleasure within the threat to the like of my son for answers. He would understand, though."