“Soothing, as in a sensory deprivation chamber, perhaps.” Isamu countered. “At least that was the currently-untested hypothesis suggested by the mother.”

She, too, was a hybrid like Ziggy, and would probably grow up having many of the same abilities. Fewer issues with genetic mismatch, though. Perhaps even more powerful? Only time would tell.

Isamu looked over at Aal, a little more mindful given the situation he just experienced. “Would you be offended if I asked about your abilities, and those inherited by your offspring?”