@dainokishi
Her, a mother? It’s a foolish notion, indeed. What could she know of parenting, this little girl who fought hard to earn the scraps of her father’s attention? She stares at the little being cradled in her arms, what must be the cruel result of a foolish decision to participate in a foolish event. (But she does not remember searching for eggs... What is going on?)
Regardless, it seems she cannot relinquish her duties. There seems to be an invisible “link,” something connecting her to this child. Quite frankly, it horrifies her.
Her eyes bear an uncharacteristic franticness as she gazes at the crumbling city, desperately seeking help. The figure of a familiar man draws her to his side; he has helped her in the past, which makes her reluctant to approach him, but he has a fatherly aura about him. At the very least, he seems like he should know more about this predicament than her.
“Mister Amon. As you can see, I have someone acquired this... thing. I will require your assistance in caring for it.”