It was late tonight that Tanifas and I had a meeting. I was tired and even though I had a new baby sister I felt a bit cranky because… well… because she was 2nd Amitzas’s. I did realize the emotion, the sensation was hardly fair, because she would likely not grow up to be like her father, without his baleful influence on her, but part of me was still nervous, still wary. And that was just crazy because she was just a baby. Just a blob, the way Ili had been. Just the same way I’d been. Just a baby. And I grew up to be not like my sire much. So she could too.
That was a frightening thought. “All the power he has? Oh. But I’m not like him and that’s good.”