IF YOU AS A GROWN-ASS TROLL ARE STILL THINKING OF YOUR LUSUS, YOU'RE LINGERING ENTIRELY TOO MUCH ON THE PAST AND IT'S GOING TO TEAR YOUR FUCKING SKULL APART. THERE'S NO BRINGING THEM BACK, THERE'S NO CHANGING WHATEVER IT IS THAT HAPPENED TO THEM. YOU'RE BETTER OFF MOVING ON.
My love, my most dearest darlingest fool, the act of parenting... is what a lusus does... Most species just opt to have the idiot who spawned you do it instead of literally like, a dog or something
DON'T FUCKING TALK TO ME LIKE THAT. THERE'S ONLY ELEVEN PEOPLE ALIVE WHO'VE EARNED THE RIGHT TO SPEAK TO ME AS AN EQUAL.
honk.
whaaaat! dude, pity is awesome! it's right up there with fondly reminiscing about your dead loved ones and trying to live in a way that honors how you'd like to have treated them were they still around! easily top 10 manifestations of bonds between hearts, eeeeasily
MY PITY IS RESERVED ENTIRELY FOR MY MOIRAIL AND SIMILARLY I'LL ONLY ACCEPT IT FROM HIM IN TURN. YOUR ADVANCES, WHILE UNDERSTANDABLE, ARE KIND OF MAKING ME DRY HEAVE A LITTLE SO BACK OFF.