[More leaves... very nice. He hums, poking the leaf a little closer to the snail. Tough, sometimes... That's an understatement, isn't it? Sometimes he would rather be a solitary existence, rather than be harrowed by loss he did not experience but still must carry.

And he's real bitter?? So there's that.]

They were killed long before my lifetime. We three have done enough for ourselves, since then.

[Leaving aside how badly they screw up all the time, those things just happen.]

But it is hardly a constant misery, so please, let's focus on other important things. [SUCH AS: snail. he holds it up.] This child will thrive, thanks to you.