"I explained to them," The Great Father said as written in the journal while Nancy read it thoroughly. "The consequences of failing to bring another like our own. I explained to them, and they listened. Perhaps they fear me for the longest-living immortal? Nevertheless, I explained to them, hoping they would not want to rebel against me.
Like those of the old eras, who burnt their creeds, I hope they do not rebel against me. I am at my limit, but there is not another immortal man to carry the bloodline. I will finish my task, unlike these people who only want to destroy the result of our hard work.
Offsprings, they are necessary. Why do they not understand that? Why is it only them who keep on, and keep on, and keep on, burning the little fetuses into ashes? Not to mention, they all always fail miserably, yet another continues. I will never understand their reasons. I will never understand their cause.
