f_reimond

8:00 AM.

“You’re so stupid,” laughed Carline.

Reimond said nothing.

“We’ll run out of children at this rate! We should have more.”

He still said nothing.

“You hate me!” she said. “You hate me and you hate my children!”

She was a fifty-five-year-old woman, and she still acted like this. Mermaids lived for a while, but come on. The correct move was to keep your mouth shut.

“Well? Say something!”

If their children grew to be fifty-five, and they grew to be better than them, it’d all be worth it. “You’re right, we should have more children. Let’s try February 17th, alright?”

“Oh, I have a dinner that day… but I can cancel, for you.”

At least his and Carline’s were dynamic. Too many of their collective children, Lionel, Four, Hendrik, Anisa, Jermaine, would simply find their niche and stay there forever.

Like he had.

Like he had.

Maybe the fate of Brune was just to decay into city-states. That’s probably closest to what everyone wants, anyways.

He’d been planning on giving it all up, 2 years ago, splitting the country between Rose, Agarma and Calhoun, and they had come with quite a compelling plan, but, well… they didn’t deserve it, yet. He’d been convinced of that.