Edge's eyes visibly softened, and he cupped the dragon's cheek and smiled, despite of everything. His own issues weren't anything to worry about right now. Their offspring were supposed to be his priority. What was he thinking, anyways? 

"Path, I'm sorry for asking. Don't worry about it! I'm pretty tough, remember? I should be taking care of you!" Though one could hear the tears in his voice, they weren't visible. He rubbed the dragon's back lovingly. The boy breathed out heavily, suppressing a hiss. "I love you, Path-Path! And I always will! Even if..." Edge's arm twitched, and he slowly let it fall onto the mattress. "If I remember what my past lives were like, I'll still write them off as ancient history. All that matters to me right now is us." The boy confided charmingly, placing a single hands behind Path's neck and massages it firmly. With his other hand, he quickly ran it over Path's stomach. "And our future. So you just focus on keeping the baby healthy, okay?" He winked. 

Running a hand through black hair, Edge giggled. He then leaned in close and gave Path a soft peck on one of his porcelain cheeks. "I'm gonna go clean up so we can cuddle later, okay?" He informed the white dragon a little too cheerily before gracefully sliding off the bed and walking toward the door, letting his hand trail on the doorframe as he left. He was careful not to expose his back, though Path might have caught the drops of rose red blood. 

Once out of Path's line of sight, Edge moaned silently and bolted to the bathroom to get a better look at his back. He grimaced. There were pieces of glass, metal, and wire embedded into his flesh. Edge knew it was bad, but not this bad. Biting his lip, the scientist wondered what to do. It had taken everything he had to conceal what he was feeling, but he was forced to. Path didn't need to worry about him when he had bigger things to worry about! Bracing himself, the boy began plucking the shards out like they were berries from a bush. Everytime he took one out, more blood leaked out. It was all very scary to look at. 

Once they were all out, Edge stripped and stepped into the metal tub, flicking the faucet on. Pretty soon, the green gloop began to fall out. Edge waited until it was up to his knees, then turned it off. He then bathed in the green liquid, liking the sensation. As he laid there, Ede began to drift off. The pieces he had taken out shone as the artificial light shone on them. 

"That's right." Was this his voice? Who in the world was he talking to? "When a normal dragon is born, they have their ancestor's memories. However, they usually only get what is deemed useful." There was silence. 

"Oh, thanks, Edge!" Who was this? A male, but one with a rough voice!

Violet eyes fluttered open as their owner yawned.