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You have to kill it.
He knows he has to. It will all start over again if he doesn’t. The world can’t afford to go through this again. It barely survived the first time.
But she’s not a rampant Goddess. She’s a child. Can’t be older than five, and her hair is the color of dirty straw, just like his. Her eyes flicker and change color, just like his. But her nose, her mouth, the freckles across her shoulders, and above all, that feeling of wrongness that just screams to him to destroy this thing… those she gets from her mother.