imagine being yeza. your pregnant wife goes off into the magical object that once killed her, fights the corrupted version of her best friend who you KNOW she has had romantic feelings for, who then artificially accelerates her pregnancy, forcing to her have a baby in, cannot stress this enough, the magical object that once killed her. she comes back out alive (yay!) with a newborn in her arms that should be preterm (but isn't) and tells you to your face that the baby's name is bren. you do not get an opinion on her naming this baby after her best friend/guy you know she has had romantic feelings for. you feel a sinking in your gut. you know that guy is going to be sleeping on the floor in your bedroom helping to take care of your new kid who just showed up months early














