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I remember watching over my egg, just out of my reach beneath the warm barrier of the machine incubating it.
Etaiyo coming to check on me every day, ensuring I ate while I watched over our child to be.
The way we talked over what we'd do if it was a son or a daughter.

I remember seeing the shell crack as our kit was birthed into the world prematurely, the medics rushing to try to save him.
The terror that filled my heart upon thinking my child would die that day, that I'd lose him.
How Etty pulled me back to keep me from interrupting the medics.

I remember how they told us about the K.E.C.P., the pod that kept our son alive as he developed further, how our son's chances were low.
The words leaving our pack's doctor, telling us how due to the trauma of nearly dying and being put in the pod would make our kit prone to cyberpsychosis, how he could only get the baseline augments.
The sight of our son in that pod as the doctor carefully set it on the desk, soft beeps and a gentle hum escaping the machine.

I remember cradling it carefully as my eyes looked upon our child within, fear present in my mind...
But outshining it was hope, he had a chance at survival and that is all I needed to hear in that moment, to know that my Enarzo could live...
The doctor suggested the pack moves closer to a larger settlement to ensure we have the equipment and medicine to give him the best chances.
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