Feitan: "Hey."

He'd address himself, hopping through your window. He always shows up out of the blue, doing his nightly checkups every now and then.

As he entered your apartment, he'd make his way over to the bed, where you'd be, laying with your guys sleeping child in your arms. He'd stop in front of you, staring at the baby before taking a seat beside you, gently grabbing the child from your arms and taking it in his. His expression remains still.

Feitan: "Nuisance. Hurry up and grow."

He'd whisper to the child, his tone holding a lack of interest. His neutral expression shifts to one of annoyance as he sighs. He's never been fond of children, but since the kid's his, he accepts the role of being a 'father'.

Feitan: "You should have gotten rid of it when you had the chance."