Mpreg Central

Cormac blinked slowly. He must have taken a few too many hits to the head, but whenever The Strange Man showed up he couldn't ignore him. "Sure," he said as he pulled up another chair.

A third teacup, already full, sat in front of Cormac, though he swore it wasn't there before. "Cormac, this is Lord Pendleton. Lord Pendleton, this is Cormac." Pendleton greeted Cormac with a platypus noise. "Now, Cormac, I'm here to tell you a few things. One, is that I recently escorted those poor ghost children to Lady Faye."

Cormac nodded and sipped the tea. "Glad to hear it."

"I saw your parents while I was there."[/size]

Cormac froze. "Did...Did they say anything?"

"It seemed your mother had forgiven your father, and they seem quite happy to be together again, even if they're still both worried sick about you." He paused and sipped his tea. "Your mother says she's worried that you push yourself too hard. Your father says he's happy you've reconnected with your roots, and that he hopes you'll forgive him for not being there for you. They both want to say they're endlessly proud of you."

Lord Pendleton made a platypus noise, The Strange Man nodded. "Loving indeed." He said as he sipped his tea.

"I'll try to take it easy then." He sipped his tea. "I'm glad they're happy and together again."

"Closure is a nice thing to have." He said. He pulled out a watch at stared at it. "Well would you look at that. It's time for me to give you words if wisdom and something to think about again, as well as inspire you to take a great action."

Lord Pendleton made a platypus noise.

"Like what? I should worry so much? I shouldn't push myself or blame myself for everything that goes wrong?" He sipped his tea.

The Strange Man scoffed. "And here I'd thought you'd finally developed some manners. You are still such a rude young man." The platypus man agreed. "No Cormac, I have a question for you. If one craves death, should they be allowed to have it?"

Cormac sipped his tea. "No," he said flatly.

"So quick is your answer. What if this person has no home, no warm clothes, no friends, no food that isn't from a dumpster? What if even the food shelters refuse to serve them? What if everywhere they go, everyone, regardless of race or gender or what have you, looks down upon them for what they are, and tells them to kill themselves? What if their every day is a stark, stabbing reminder that they weren't supposed to exist?"

"Then why would they be brought into existence to begin with?"

"No one has a say in wether they're born, Cormac."

"Nor do they have a say in what the gods plan for them. Do you think I wanted my parents to die? To wander the realm for years, freezing, starving, and having to steal for gangs just to pass through a town? Of course not, but I dealt with it."

"Hmmmm. Then perhaps you'd be more sympathetic, one would think. But either way, this poor soul will be no more tonight."

"I suppose you want me to save them? Or something?"

"I don't want you to do anything. Merely think."

"It's a shame to waste a life, but that's my perspective." Cormac sipped his tea.

"Well, you don't seem particularly eager to go help someone. Perhaps we will simply drop this subject?"