Every word she spoke only enraged him more, because he knew it was true. Once he had processed it all he couldn't hold back and the sports car that was near him paid for that. The claws shot out and his fist slammed into the hood, shredded easily. "Are you sure you're the only one?" His voice was a low and dangerous growl. So far she seemed okay, normal. But the second she became a threat to anyone he felt it would be his responsibility to take her out, being that she was created out of him.
"Was it Alkali?" His jaw tightened, teeth grinding to the point he was afraid they might crack and break.
"Favorite?" He snorted and shook his head, finally retracting the claws, his knuckles and fingers were bloody from the marred metal of what used to be the hood of a Mustang. Someone was going to be really pissed at him. "What a high honor that is, being someone's favorite science project. Wish the bastard was still alive.. I'd peel his skin off slowly just to hear him scream."
He could feel the rage returning, which never happened so soon after an episode. It was like a drug, filling his senses, completely intoxicating. "Just how much are you like me exactly?"