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Diomed had no excuse. He never came up with one, and even if asked, he gave no thought to one. He did what he wanted to do, and that was that. No one could get him to explain himself, and even when he felt like doing so, it was all a lie.
His latest batch of children was, in short, disappointing. The one he took with him was turning out alright, and his other one was currently being foolish with running away. LAst he heard, she had decided to go and try to become a fighter. Fat lot of good that would do her if she could never find him again. Even his little adopted hybrid was better than his two children so far. He was turning out exceptional, and it almost, ALMOST pained him to need to stifle the child's imagination. If given too much free rein, the kid might figure out what exactly he was doing.
But still. Failures were failures, and his bloodline absolutely HAD to expand if he were to be any sort of successful. All he had to do this time was be a little choosier. Clearly, strong emotions did nothing to ensure a successful imbue. Did nothing to make the results spectacular.
This time, he would have a child....with only the slightest emotion involved. Maybe, just maybe, this time it would go better.
