The being was no child, even though he currently resembled one. Deep Blue was cold, calculating, held back his emotions for logic, powerful, murderous, immortal, but no child. He stopped being one as soon as he swallowed the Mew Aqua three billion years ago. His chest ached from the memory.
Children play. Children are ignorant and pure and innocent. Children do not have blood on their hands.
The insult and the order from the Elders made him clench his jaw, his teeth sinking into the inside of his cheek. He tasted the iron from his blood. It was bitterly cold.
