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She loved her son. Peculiar as he was, he stuck out among the four with an ambiance that almost mimicked Abraxas's, doused in insanity. The giggling boy, she oftened heard whispering to his own fantasies of which she would be shocked to know who exactly he seemed to be speaking to. However, she had never pushed to know more. The mother and son in this situation were remarkably different, yet similar all the same. One day, something would bring out the worst in him, and when it did, his maternal side would be shown. Until then, she was perfectly content simply laying herself beside him, laying her maw in the crook of his neck. He slept soundly, and she lay awake, simply wondering if the difference between them would drive them apart like it did with Astrid. It concerned her, for unlike her daughter, she still had time to grow the bond that was currently lacking between him. Nonetheless, she loved her child with an ardour that was just as curious as it was genuine.

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