"Are you ready to accept this power as the greater power comes with greater responsibility?"
As she asked so with the younger twin lying down on her lap looking to the top. He replied,
"I'm ready. Mama, I've dealt with many political powers, and this won't be any less harsh than those."
The woman placed her bleeding thumb finger on the right hand towards his thin lips with herself complimenting to know those.
"We are alike, after all. Lira, apart of your gender. Nothing else that different, even your hair, your lips, your face. It just like a clone of myself but as a male."
Then, she proceeded to place her thumb to her son's mouth as he received it with a single sucking of the finger that made him responded in a nasty taste.
"It tastes too bitter. Mama!"
She smiled that he had complained like how he was used to when he was a child, with herself saying.
"Bear with it, my son. You can do it."
