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Sin looked again at the dome of ice on her son's side. It cracked in the heat and light, and shattered quietly. Underneath was a large, lurid purple bruise, the size of a big pokemon's fist. She led her son in to the room where Fae and Alex were sitting, trying to keep him in good spirits but failing miserably.
Munrö flinched as soon as Alex moved. Sin put a hand to her lip (since she had no fingers) and silently shushed Alex while pointing to Munrö's massive bruise with her other arm. Munrö himself didn't notice his mother's strange behaviour.
"You're baby's okay, I didn't do anything...It's not my fault..."
Ciôn sat down on his other side, making sure not to touch the bruise. It looked painful.
"The baby?" Munrö echoed. "It's fine. It's okay. It wasn't me, and it was a dream. It's fine. It's okay. It wasn't real, what happened, so it's okay and fine."
"No, 'cause you'll hurt me again, 'cause Darkrai made Moon evil again and she attacked me, and I hit you by mistake, and you died, and the egg broke, and there was a pink fleshy thing inside and I was made to shake it until it didn't move on its own, then Alex hit me, and it huuuuuuuuuuuurt!"
Munrö curled up and looked like...Ciôn couldn't quite place it...that pokemon that went all emotional when it felt vulnerable...something Daruma...Never mind. He put his hand on the back of his son's neck.
"Don't be sad. Nobody hates you and nobody wants to hurt you. It was a nasty dream, and nothing more."
He pressed one hand on his bruise, and winced with great pain as he did so.
"I'm sorry, Alex! I won't do stuff like that again!" He didn't stop pressing his bruise. Ciôn tried to pull his hand away, but Munrö refused to let it budge, obviously causing him immense pain.
At last, his body could take no more. He collapsed off the sofa and on to the floor, unconscious. Ciôn gasped, afraid for his son. He had his father's pride! Flagellation was beneath him! Then this must be another of those nightmares of his with far-reaching mental consequences...
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