^°~' Murder Drones: Adaptive PREDATOR

|'~ × Dance of Russian & Predator

???: "Wake up, Q. This is not the time for this."

Q's visor then turned on and he looked around the area, he was currently laying on the bed right under the Uzi. He looked to the side with his typical smile, the room was untouched as he began to stand up.

When getting out of bed he limped a little but it quickly passed, he looked at his stomach which had regenerated after the last fight. Q lifted his head and looked back to the upper level of the bed where Uzi was no longer.

He lifted his head a little higher looking at the ceiling where there were drawings and writings of Uzi, ah yes, she had always liked mysterious things that would make her the main character.

Then Q, hearing the door open, turned towards it, behind the door appeared Khan who was lost in thought, but after entering he noticed a drone which waved to him.

Khan: "Ah, Q... You woke up... Uzi said to let you off school today because of that... Yesterday's mess."

Q: "I understand."

The drone lowered his hand as Khan smiled uncertainly, not knowing how to communicate... With... With that thing- No. No... With his... Son. Yes, son.

Khan could never decide before whether to call Q a "thing" or just... His son, he ended up helping Uzi a little with his repairs, although at first he thought it was a school project but it turned out otherwise.

He never sincerely felt hatred towards Q, he never showed it either physically or mentally because he never had hatred towards him, only fear, which disappeared with yesterday, instead there was a thought of recognition, among other things, the recognition that Q was his son.

Q: "Is there something you need from mine and Uzi's room?"

Q's question threw him off balance, but he quickly shook his head and looked at the drone in front of him, which was not taking its eyes off its "father". Khan clasped his hands together, looking down uncertainly.

Khan: "I came to see what you have in your room.... And confiscate any dangerous items... If you have any."

Q: "... I see."

Q replied with two words and then passed Khan and passed him, walking forward. Khan lifted his head and looked at the ceiling above his bed... He thought for a moment about his last conversation with the teacher... Was he a bad father?

Khan: "... Hey, Q?"

Q stopped and turned his head slightly towards Khan, giving him some of his attention.

Khan: "Do you think... That I'm a bad father?"

Q: "... To be honest. You are the worst parent the world has ever seen. You have given Uzi little attention, too little praise, you have recently left her for dead and you have argued with her more than once. You are a terrible father."

Khan felt offended by the bitter truth, but still true. He looked down slightly disappointed by his actions, not even slightly but very much. Honestly, his own son did not hold back with the blows.

Khan: "Do you think you or Uzi... Can you forgive me?"

Q turned fully toward Khan who turned toward Q with his head still lowered.