“Pauloc!” Beatris exclaimed in disbelief. “You can’t mean it!”
“But I do!” he protested. “You’re a god, I’m an immune human, the kid ought to be immune too. Besides, he’s only a baby.”
“You can’t throw him away just because he wasn’t born immune to me.”
“Even if we don’t give him away, your aura will kill him eventually. Kids could–”
Beatris grunted. She ran into Pauloc’s room and picked the baby up. Then, she dashed out of the room, going for the front door.
“Where are you going?” Pauloc asked.
She didn’t answer.
“I want you, and–”
“There isn’t another immune human like you, if that’s what you wanted to ask. But…” Beatris didn’t finish her sentence. She left the house.
Perhaps she didn’t have an answer to the question.