Starglow Basin I'm sorry I'm the one you love

no father for her children. soto ponders this in silence. 

it’s not the proper way, but the cartel’s been churning out more than green in marketable produce. they also manufacture bastards by the hundreds. scores of them that grow up to be mean and stupid - perfect halcóns for the empire’s next ambitious enterprise. 

soto doesn’t want this for leto’s children, which invites feelings of conflict. 

you’ve gone soft. warns a distinctly feminine voice. a familiar one that has his stomach drop and balls tuck. 

ignoring it — her — soto walks her back to the den with a laugh. si. hay hombres mejores que él en verapaz.

but the men thin, and soto’s constitution is all together dwindling as the days bleed into night.