[As soon as these words come out of Zen's mouth, the smile drops completely from his face. He is the son of a "monkey" — so maybe that makes him part monster. The more his thoughts linger on comparisons of himself to his father, the more the voice that soothed him earlier starts to grate on him.
His fingers curl tightly, and he finds himself glaring at Titus in silent anger.]
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[As soon as these words come out of Zen's mouth, the smile drops completely from his face. He is the son of a "monkey" — so maybe that makes him part monster. The more his thoughts linger on comparisons of himself to his father, the more the voice that soothed him earlier starts to grate on him.
His fingers curl tightly, and he finds himself glaring at Titus in silent anger.]
To get out of my sight, that is.