I write to myself in these desperate times,

Amelie still hasn't been feeling well about the miscarriage. When I told her about Edmont, she was... not sure how to react. Technology itself brought our child back to life, but at the cost of looking like an animal. I suppose I'll teach him how to become a functioning member of society, but even then, I'm not sure how the people around me will treat him like.

An animal? Or a child? A son or a pet?

To quiet my mind, I brought Edmont to one of ARKTOS' little simulation places they have underground and played hide-and-seek among a mock neighborhood designed to look like mine. It felt almost familiar. Comforting.

MILITES hasn’t begun yet, so everything is still quiet. And for a while, it was just us. A father and the strange little boy he insists on calling his son. :)