“All these kids,” Apollo finally said. “You fed them to it?” “No,” Jorgen said firmly. “That’s not accurate. It tries to raise them. You see? It tries to be a good—” “Father,” Apollo said, but the word sounded spoiled in his mouth. Jorgen raised his arms and shrugged faintly. “It tries, but it fails. When it fails, it feeds. Then we must try again. That was our pact.”
