Why is it that when couples make a new human life, it’s ‘beautiful’ and ‘miraculous,’ but when I make a new human life alone in my basement, it’s ‘a crime against nature’ and ‘morally abhorrent’?
Coming to the unwelcome realization that you are trapped in a Lovecraftian friendship like “You’re my best friend and I think you’re amazing but I’m pretty sure that if you started resurrecting corpses I would just shrug and help out”