Noctisardor Bypass we built these dreams on sand

The children had been born, and nobody died.

Glaukos had been delegated the role of babysitter suddenly, which meant he had to sit with them and keep an eye out, and he knew he could guard them well enough. That wasn't the problem. Druid fled for some alone time which he was more than happy to afford her; although the moment he was laying there (half in the den mind you; he is a big daddy) the surrealism of the situation was overwhelming.

They were so small. If he wanted to he could crush them between his teeth; this was the epitome of an intrusive thought and it jarred Glaukos deeply when it popped in to his mind. The same could be said about the sudden vision of the den full of blood, with himself looming victorious—

No. They were here, they were new, they were safe with him. On and on the mantra went.