These children. They are carriers. Carriers of some godforsaken disease that lays waste to the adults who care for them.

I shall have to tell my sister I demand compensation for the sickness that her child has wrought upon me. I don't care that he's a baby and doesn't know anything other than hugs and kisses.

If I do not survive, please erect a statue in my honour and hold a civil war for the next monarch. It's all I ask.