Tig couldn't decide which got under skin more: being blamed for any potential failings in their offspring or simply being referred to as a mother. She might have progeny but the word 'mother' had a very unwelcome feel to it, especially when he said it. She supposed he made good points otherwise, irritatingly enough. "Well there must be some alternative," she replied, sounding somewhere between exasperated and verging on hostile. "You must see what a waste it'd be to get rid of one now, they'll be mildly interesting soon." Maybe. Probably not, but just maybe.
She suddenly had an idea which diffused her irritability at once. Tig smirked fiendishly. "When the time comes they should be reintroduced to one another. Imagine watching yourself die." If their children somehow ended up as well-adjusted, psychologically normal individuals the surviving one would probably be permanently scarred for life after that but so what if it made her function better as a daughter?
She suddenly had an idea which diffused her irritability at once. Tig smirked fiendishly. "When the time comes they should be reintroduced to one another. Imagine watching yourself die." If their children somehow ended up as well-adjusted, psychologically normal individuals the surviving one would probably be permanently scarred for life after that but so what if it made her function better as a daughter?
