Neverwinter Forest i hate my last name. i hate everything it stands for

What was there to talk about? What was done was done; there was no going back to change anything. Like it or not, a baby would come, and Cupid wholeheartedly believed that there was nothing that could make this any better. He kept thinking back to his own childhood, how he was an unexpected child of an absent father and a broken mother. Now look at him; he was a fucked up individual making the same mistakes as his mother. There was no fixing this, his fate was sealed.

Cupid looked up at Mal, who had moved closer. Talk about what? he asks.