Moonspear sturmfahrt

Charon knew that Amekaze wasn't eager to speak of this. His jaw clenched when she replied, giving him words that didn't answer his question. She said she would if she could; but for as long as she was not in heat, that was easy to say. Maybe she could not because she would not -- using the same logic, that too was an option. He frowned, the look on his face sceptic as he listened to her words, her defence, almost, against his allegations -- just a question.

But then, maybe she was right and it wasn't really just a question. You didn't answer the fucking question, Charon hissed, hackles pricking up in irritation as his patience thinned. Fuck logic. Do you WANT more children? He just need to hear her say yes.