Approaching the crib, you cast a golden glow that picked each of the larvae up, levitating them over to you. As you let them rotate around your head, giving each one a loving smile, they seemed to calm down. They may not have been your children, but they were Anon's, and so you would love them like they were your own. One in particular, the infamous Pupa you'd been told so much about over the past couple of days, still seemed to hiss and cry, as angry as she was sad. From your understanding, she was damn smart for a larva, and likely recognized what had happened to her father better than the others.