She nodded a little, listening, hands soothing down his back. "I don't think you would, love. I think you would love any child of yours too much." A rueful smile. "I know love doesn't always keep you from hurting those around you, but..."

Fingers back to his forehead, tracing through his hair. "A child would be different. A reminder of the good in you when those things cloud in your head. That you were able to do that. And should you slide into the Twisted Kingdom? Your family and I would both be there."