Kafka blinked rapidly. For a heartbeat he was stunned into silence—but then he burst out, voice cracking with outrage and confusion.
"This...This was supposed to be a wholesome moment!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up. "I was thinking you'd say the instant you saw me again, you thought of me as your son, you'd fall in love with me at first sight or something! But no! You—"
He jabbed a finger at her, incredulous.
"You called my baby self a dumb-looking baby? What in the world!? Was I really so ugly that you had to call me stupid looking?"
His face twisted, torn between offense and utter disbelief, his voice rising louder.
"T-That's mean, okay! That's downright cruel! I was already down in the ditches, abandoned, crying my tiny lungs out, and now you're telling me you looked at me and thought, 'Wow, what a dumb baby'? Who even says that?!"
