"Can you feel anything, Claude? You surely cannot be human. Look at the grief you cause your mother, the reproachful glares you cast at those who offer kindness, the aloofness that you cannot seem to mask..."

His chocolate brown eyes are wide with bloodlust as they trail down the boy's form. His lips twist into a satisfied smirk. "Face it skychild. You've lost!" Ghirahim whispers giddily.