A letter from the great Admiral Admiral to his lover upon the discovery that she was expecting:
I do not understand how you expect me to allow this beast to live. Do you not understand the virility it will be born into? Born upon? Born with? Surely its head will explode with a vast knowledge and understanding like none before. Will it claim our ailment? Will this abomination last forever. Is that it? Do you need a toy? Well I will feed you this with utmost sincerity: I will kill it the moment it is born if you do not do it before then. He cannot exist. A third coming, it would be. The world would crush him and I cannot allow it.
With vicious anger and steady love, yours,