Ezekiel
"Ah, of course they are. I made them after my own image."
His eyes narrowed and returned the same inquisitive gaze offered to him. He felt something was... off. But what?
"There was an idiot who once told me something like that. Sure, life created without consideration is no different than evil. But what of it? There's plenty of people who exist without being acknowledged by their parents, or even loathed by them. Do you really think being disowned means ceasing to exist?" His hands trembled a bit, trying not to clench them.
Compared to the pain of the poison that touched his lips, the times a fist would meet his body, or a whip, or a curse... what were a few unshed tears and moans of despair? He couldn't possibly be expected to fret over every egg.
"Some will even go as far as to try and kill their own kin out of selfishness and greed. Maybe it hurts, but it isn't the kind of thing that'd move my heart anymore. I could cry for every life lost and then what? Make another ocean with useless tears?"
Hrm, but he relaxed. No point in being upset any longer, not after all this time. It didn't matter. Instead, he smiled and rested his cheek on his hand.
"It was just a little trick, I didn't think much of it. Even with all their numbers and power, it looks like it wasn't enough to cause one."