"What? A fi-- no, no!" The guard pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. "He's-- what, six? Just-- keep an eye on him. Before he gets himself into some real trouble."

The guard hanging onto the young Homunculus-turned-human plopped him down in front of the stricken couple, dusting his gloved hands off.

"You stay with your mother, young man."

Wrath had landed in a crouch and there he remained, hunkered down with his hair falling around his face like some kind of crossdressing Japanese horror movie ghost girl, but he looked up with a scowl when the guard spoke to him.

"She's not my mom!"