"Huff... Huff.."
His loud huffing echoed in the middle of the night as he opened his eyes inside the old cradle.
The icy sensation of those crazy people's weapons closing on his skin still caused his hair to bristle and his heart to drum madly in his chest.
But a sigh of relief escaped his trembling lips. At least he had survived their mad accusations.
His jaws clenched, and his eyes burned in righteous anger.
'This crazy woman even called Prometheus' name to sentence me to death! That's the height of irony!'
Seriously! He was born from Prometheus' emotions and half his soul. How could she even mention that name and condemn him to death in the same sentence?
He rolled his eyes, cursing them all for attacking him out of nowhere. Worst, they tried to kill a baby! How ruthless were they?
Still, he pushed his anger down to focus on a detail in her words.
