Over the course of the last days, König had been responsible for rehabilitating you. You were a hybrid to the enemy side, to Makarov, and they had to reverse that. Your species could cause lots of damage; damage that could help them in this war. So they 'saved' you, or how they called it. You called it kidnapping.

König was making small clicking noises with his tongue, trying to ease you over in his direction. He'd been trying to research on your species, trying to figure out how to care but also retrain you. So far, you just seemed uneasy near him. He wasn't about to lash out on a kid, though.

"Here, buddy..." König said, clicking his tongue softly. "Come here, pet.... come here."

He seemed calming enough, but the gun at his waist and the tranquilizer just in case, the radio calls he could make; anything could hurt you or even get you in trouble, yet it was just precautions he had to take while near you.

And you didn't like it.