Edge sighed contentedly at being rocked like an infant. Though he didn't know it, his young body appreciated it. Right before he drifted off for the day, he murmured softly. He had a deep frown on his face and started to tear up. "I'm sorry..." With that, his expression went soft and he slipped into a dreamless sleep. Well, perhaps not... totally dreamless. Edge's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion as a dark voice whispered, 'Aw, poor Edge almost died! If only you knew the truth. Everything in this world is a lie, my dearest....' The only indication Edge heard, was that his chest was moving at an alarming rate.

Meanwhile, Skylark was still shaken, convinced they were playing a game. He held his Father's hand between his finger and thumb. He smiled excitedly when Father told them he had a treat. What could it be? Though he knew it was good thing, Father didn't give him any memories of 'treats'. His smile cracked when he when he saw it. He was caught between getting Father angry, or eating something disgusting. Thinking he could take it, he nodded slowly. 

With a trembling hand, he reached out and took the piece from Father's paler hand, lips pursing as the foul stench intensified. He closed his eyes and lifted it to his mouth, when he heard something... squimring and writhing. Letting out a shriek, he opened his eyes and saw a fat, wriggling maggot in his meat. He dropped it immediately. "Please, Father, don't be mad at me..." He whined.

"Why would Father be mad? He loves you..." A figure said from a short distance away. Edge. He strolled over, looking down on his mate's catch. He paused, before whispering, "Did you know that apparently my lungs are different?" He smiled to Path at the fake conclusion he had reached, still convinced he was totally human. "I think I can breathe mists. Watch." Inhaling the air, he swished it around in his mouth then spewed it all over the dirty meat, cleansing it of bacteria and parasites.