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Erebus started crying as he felt fear of his own being.
"I only hurt you each time you touch me… I don't want to hurt anybody… I don't want to hurt you…"
"Erebus… My son."
Gaia extended her hands towards her child, but he ran away from her grasp.
However, she insisted, until she touched him.
His miasma corrupted her hands, breaking them down and drying them out.
"Stop! I am hurting you… Don't touch me…"
"I will. I will caress my child, you can't stop me. I do get hurt, yes, but this is nothing for the pain you must go through, isn't it?"
"Mom…"
"Erebus… I love you, my son."
"Sniff…"
Such an emotive scene moved my heart, as I saw mother and son embrace one another. Despite her very composition being the essence of life while her son was miasma, they embraced one another.
"It's okay… Mama can easily grow more and more leaves, no matter how many you dry out." Gaia smiled back at Erebus.
