"Kimi! You stay away form my wife, you sick whore of Satan! Pick on me, if you have to pick on someone, wretched coward!"
"Denny, no! I'm so sorry for the way I'm acting! Kimi...is my burden to bear! We can't leave. We have to stay...and fight as soon as I am able! There's so much death and hate in this town! I already tried to run away from it when I fled Gerosha; it only followed me here!"
"You have a good heart, Candi! The Meethlites can never take that from you! They will never have my soul, or Donte's, and especially not yours, unless you let them!"
"I...I think I need to lie down. Denny...our baby could pick up these horrible traits from me."
"They can always learn!"
"Okay. But I'm confident it'll be my fault if the child is evil."
"This...calm. Denny...for once, neither of us is living a lie. I feel like I have been living one for too long! It was becoming too much!"
"I should've done more to protect you! I'm as scared as you...I...don't know the first thing about being a father! But I promise you...this is one responsibility I will not dodge!"
Candi's heart itched for adventure...to fulfill her destiny! She knew she would never be content with merely trips to the gym. She didn't want to lose Denny, but she regretted that they had been so carefree with their marriage.
The city was falling apart, and Candi feared that by not planning her child smarter, she had sentenced the city of Dirbine to death!
Her sister Marina had a sense of violated calling with her pregnancy, but it was nothing like the sense of violated calling that Candi felt.
On the other hand, what if this was part of her training? As that question lingered in her confused, troubled heart, it brought her comfort, the chance to be more open about just what the path of her life was supposed to be.
Why should she care so much about her human foes, if she still had the divine on her side? As it were, some of her human foes were now falling on hard times. Could they
Candi decided to lay aside the crimefighter side of her life. After all, if she had to take it up again, God would see to that, right?
How perverse was she to worry so much? She had everything, and no rightful reason to regret her child! Women who waited, as she had, rejoiced over their children! She was neither the reckless Miriam the Sniperbadger nor was she Marina the Harlot. She had done what her sisters lacked the morals to.
Was her false shame just a way for her to cope with her petty insecurities? As Denny slept nearby, she clasped his hand before drifting away herself.
She began to wonder: at this point, what right had she to deny others the chance to make her happy? Didn't she always want to be happy? She would not let what little happiness was owed to her slip past her...not this time!