Anna, who's mostly just been losing her shit and filled with immense fondness at her son being a dumbass, now chokes her laughter down, the moment unfortunately passed. Holy shit, Zelos, some tact, maybe?
Okay, it's fine, it's fine, they had to find this out eventually.
"No, it's," Anna interjects, nearly tripping over herself to insert herself into the conversation. "It's a really, frankly horrible colloquial term for um." She pauses. Takes a deep breath. What's the least horrible way to put it. "Blades who have been infused, some way or another, with human DNA."
That's something, but it's also basically nothing, so:
"They're still-- they're still blades, really. But the human DNA makes it harder for them to process ether, which... isn't good for blades," Anna continues. She wonders if that was relevant. More relevant, probably: "They also don't need drivers. Which means everyone hates them, and would rather pretend they don't exist."
Architect, she hates interrupting the good mood that was going on here, but she really couldn't stand them not knowing.
ME TOO
Okay, it's fine, it's fine, they had to find this out eventually.
"No, it's," Anna interjects, nearly tripping over herself to insert herself into the conversation. "It's a really, frankly horrible colloquial term for um." She pauses. Takes a deep breath. What's the least horrible way to put it. "Blades who have been infused, some way or another, with human DNA."
That's something, but it's also basically nothing, so:
"They're still-- they're still blades, really. But the human DNA makes it harder for them to process ether, which... isn't good for blades," Anna continues. She wonders if that was relevant. More relevant, probably: "They also don't need drivers. Which means everyone hates them, and would rather pretend they don't exist."
Architect, she hates interrupting the good mood that was going on here, but she really couldn't stand them not knowing.