Bab 169: Comfort, food, and thoughts

~Shepherd~ 

Oh shit, Greta is dead. What the fuck did I miss?! Oh oh, her child. Ah, um, my condolences? 

I should have more sympathy for the woman, but I'm not sure how to do that. She made the right call. Raising a brainless is crazy talk, why would anyone want to do that? She was in the right to make that call. I'm sure Dante is likely to understand why she killed herself. My head is swamped with the thoughts of having a son. 

I consider Milo to be my son, mostly because Noelle treats him like her kid and she would exorcise me if I didn't do the same. But it's a whole nother feeling to know I would be having a child with my DNA. Not just the Cerberus virus, but a full DNA mix with my Luna. 

'Our Luna.'

Oh fuck right off. I wasn't talking to you, or about you. This is my Luna as far as I am concerned.

'Just dispose of the body. The kids are already freaked out.'