Azwel pauses in a whirl of thought. He knows he walks a delicate line with a being this powerful. He knows she's leading his thoughts in a specific direction. He knows those words were deliberately chosen.

And yet... those words do cause the rebel in him to stir. And they bring up visions of his work continuing, of another generation of brilliance or, at least, diligence in the fight to save humanity from itself. He can actually imagine himself a father.

"I..." He swallows, hard. "Yes," he breathes. "I would."