How the hell did you manage to find... that thing?

Mihawk wasn't stupid. He knew a World Government Seraphim when he saw one. And you had just... brought one home? Really? Was that what you had come to? Picking up robotic children off the side of the street and adopting them?

It didn't help that the seraphim you were showing Mihawk looked like a younger version of him. S-Hawk was the thing's name. Or title. He looked no older than seven or eight, but he was a large one. Big baby.

Mihawk's gaze hardened.

"No, love. No."