"Don't use those words," Arthur muttered coldly. "I'm not a half-breed, I'm just not a full-blood."
"Which makes you a half-breed," Michael corrected absentmindedly. "Look, I don't know if that makes it some kind of bad thing, but I'll keep seeing you as an idiot fish regardless, so be at ease."
"You don't understand," Arthur shot back with a glare. "Being known as a half-breed Klaxian is worse than being a fallen angel. It's a tragedy which had befallen our race many millennia ago. I just so happened to be infected, and my bloodline was lessened as a result."
"Like watered down?" Michael asked, earning a nod in response.
"Precisely. My bloodline was the purest of the pure. However, I turned into something less than a commoner, and I had to escape my home planet."
"I see... so what if I try to restore your bloodline then?" Michael brought up. "I can purify you, so I can technically also purify your bloodline. What do you say?"
