“Maybe my great, great, great grandkid is out there?” Bastian mused and I cut him a glance. “You had kids before you were trapped in that cave?” I asked. “Well, no. But some kind of distant descendant could be there.” “You have no descendants if you didn’t have kids.” “I could have grand-nieces.” “So your siblings had kids?” “I didn’t have any siblings.”
I absolutely chuckled at this
