Quinn rubbed his chin.
"If a child doesn't like their parents?"
He shrugged.
"It's not like that's anything strange. I suppose it would depend on what you refer to as not like, as practically every child has hated their parents at one point or another."
Kairos closed his eyes, then thought about Ling. He was a kid that claimed to see his parents die in front of him and only felt empty afterwards. Kairos didn't really understand how that felt, because his own parents were still alive, even if one was some sort of eldritch monster, and the other seemed to be half dead.
There was always a part of him that thought Ling might've been lying, or maybe Ling himself misinterpreted his own feelings. But then Kairos remembered how his eyes looked when he looked at him at their last meeting.
Check the chicken nuggets! Are they still ok?