What?

I mean, are you hearing yourself? What in the hell are you talking about? And do you really want me to say that to my children? Is that what you asking me? You must be out of your damn mind, dude. I mean, what the hell. It's pretty subversive, you know. I can't let my kids go running around telling their friends that kind of stuff. I certainly can't be alive if I teach my children that kind of stuff. It's crazy. I mean, I had a little insight that you were crazy, but not this much. This is utterly irrational. I can't even say it outloud, and I'm Pomelo. Damn, this is tough. I will be thinking about this all month long... And you say this is necessary? I don't really think that my children should know that. They are like sponges, you know, they absorb everything you tell them. This is not the time for me, or you, specially you, to be spitting this knowledge to them. Maybe, when they grow up, I can give them a little piece of intel about what you told me. But it's rough. Damn subversive motherfucker. This changes everything. My view of you. Changes everything. I thought you were someone else. But well. I can't really trust anyone else anymore. We really go running around in a masquerade party. Psycho. But I love you. But I think that I don't love you anymore. I don't know. I'm confused. It's crazy that we were so close of marrying each other, huh? Damn. Just go, please. Go.