[He admires the new members of his family with his silent reservation. Endearing little creatures that he simply doesn't understand. He wonders one day if they'll acquire human forms as well. And if they do, if they should call him 'father.'
Caim. A father. And he supposes to some degree that's precisely what's just occurred. Somewhere very deep inside of him - wherever his humanity is hidden - he feels a degree of warmth.]
I am poor with names. [He easily admits to it.] I had thought to call them 'Prince' and 'Princess,' though I suppose if they are both females... It would not work out.
[Caim thinks as he eyes them upon his hand.]
Yellow, perhaps. Yet there are two. Would you be adverse to assisting me? [He looks to the purple Pikmin girl.]
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Caim. A father. And he supposes to some degree that's precisely what's just occurred. Somewhere very deep inside of him - wherever his humanity is hidden - he feels a degree of warmth.]
I am poor with names. [He easily admits to it.] I had thought to call them 'Prince' and 'Princess,' though I suppose if they are both females... It would not work out.
[Caim thinks as he eyes them upon his hand.]
Yellow, perhaps. Yet there are two. Would you be adverse to assisting me? [He looks to the purple Pikmin girl.]