Emotions can make sense?

'Oh, well. If it's mites they vivisect, or even ants, they can cut them however they want! I just don't want to see any of those disgusting things…'

I gave my approval to the rest of the Great Purge. Now I only had to make sure it ran smoothly—and wait for tomorrow.

Tomorrow, the first of the cleansed pupae were scheduled to emerge. No matter how I distracted myself with work, I couldn't stop thinking about this.

What if something went wrong during the purging? What if I doomed my little girls by agreeing with Ambrosia's plan?

Because of these fears, I could barely sleep.

Next day, Ambrosia left to oversee the brood cells early in the morning—while I stayed as far away from them as I could.

I had more work to do, of course!