"...is there much study of the natural world where you're from, that they would think that anything with claws has them fully formed and solid in the womb and would destroy the mother in birthing?" Because that's not how that works. There's no evolutionary preference for guaranteed matricide regardless of--

He let out a long, deep breath, shaking his head, running his hand through his hair. "Utterly ridiculous..." he half muttered before looking up again. "Glad you're away from that, for the time being. Something like that..."

He trailed off, blinking as an odd feeling of deja vu nagged at him. Hadn't he had this conversation recently...?