"That's ruuude!" Baby Gannala complained, "The soil at home is bland. I need something delicious and nutrient-rich. Bring me some from outside this region."
"The outside is scary." Inala condensed Prana into his palm and remained ready, "Your old man won't be able to return in one piece."
"Wahhh!" Baby Gannala burst into tears as Inala swiftly erected a Prana Bomb around them, preventing any third party from hearing her cries. "Dada! You're mean!"
"Why did you even birth me if you can't pamper me?" She cried profusely for two seconds before recalling a piece of memory she observed in Inala's mind, "Ah…"
Baby Gannala was depressed, "Right, you wanted to kill me."
