How long had he had that strange man follow him around, claiming they were friends? How long had it been? Sometimes, jokes had been made about Naida finding love and having kids, and Naida had always ignored it. Until now. Now, for some reason, it had gotten under his skin. His mouth had twitched as he excused himself and slipped away into his home. He didn't want kids.
Or, rather, he didn't care if he had them, he just didn't want to care or love them. Naida wasn't sure he even knew what love was, even. Or if he cared to find out. He didn't like people, he didn't enjoy the idea of having to be around someone constantly, or "promise" himself to them. He didn't even like the physical act of being intimate. Children? Someone to constantly care for and come home to? Suffocating.
But it wasn't like he was against the idea of imbuing in general. He didn't care, really. He couldn't be against something he didn't care about. All he cared about was the fact he could not be in charge of this child.
You know what?
Fine.
He'd imbue.
