"Nah, don't apologize. Doesn't make a lot of sense to me either." He'll explain what he knows, but honestly it isn't a lot. "'Cuz like, blades can't have children. That's not how blades are born. That's not how blades work. And as far as anyone in the history of ever was concerned, blades and humans can't have kids together, either..."

He shrugs.

"But, well, Lloyd exists. Even though his father's a blade."

Was a blade. Same difference, really. Malos doesn't care what Akhos says, if it was just the flesh eater thing, there'd be way more kids like Lloyd in the world.

Fuck, he misses his grandson. When Anna's done over there, he definitely needs to talk to her about-- His thoughts derail, a little, when he looks at the clock on the wall. Architect, is that the time!? Not tonight, then. He'll have to out-stubborn Anna tomorrow.

"Anyway, fuck, it's getting late," Malos says, sending an apologetic look at Sheena for having to end this converastion early. "Y'all should probably get some sleep, huh? We got a big day tomorrow."

Malos makes his way over to where Anna and Lloyd are, rapping his knuckles on the wall to get their attention. "Hey, kids, hate to interrupt," he drawls. "But it's bedtime."