Shadow Mountain Night Cafe for lonely cynics

Sarah had been born and raised in the classical and conservative model of family. There were her parents and there were their children. The very idea that Dante could have gone around to "fulfill" that important task of having as many kids as possible elsewhere as well, felt impossible and wrong. She knew without asking that Terance would not do it. Not without being killed by Arbiter first, that is. There was no one else that came to her mind and while staring at Mahler with a puzzled expression, she wondered, what kind of experience he had under his belt to speak like this. 

His ideas were rational from all corners, she agreed that he was right in theory. Choosing the best of the best - right? But it was cynical. Her own views shared so openly earlier were similar, but using it as a personal reason, why not to have children of her own, was different. She was struck by the sudden thought that procreating in the name of a higher idea was not right. "If you believe all that you said now... if you plan to act on it, you are a cruel and foolish man, Mahler," she told him. "Great ideas and people do not mix. Worse even, if you begin to consider them as instruments, objects even and not as individuals," she said levelly.