The Gods' only sin, that they'd commit again, was choosing not to be wholly good, in a way. She made that hard choice mothers always have to make. Whether to have em grow through it, the way it is, or to make them happy in the short run. Apparently, the way they made us predisposes us to evolve, and that's what's gonna happen. By hook AND by crook.
Stuff's
happening to me. No emergency, or nothing to worry about, see?
You
don't worry. You agonize.
I
don't want to do that anymore. I feel it all over. My body won't let
me agonize anymore.
You're
almost done.
OK,
I trust you. More and more every day.
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