Magic. Because of course. Skrull enjoyed using magic to deal with shit like this. Dorrek looked away from Atem's stomach and shook his head.

"It's not going to happen," he sighs. This guy really was going to get killed by his grandmother. "I'm not the power here, Atem, if that wasn't obvious yet. And you don't understand what she's like. I'm pretty sure my grandmother had my mother killed for having me. For daring to have a child with our enemy, for hiding me away, for wanting to change how the empire works."