Omega levels his third-best death glare. "I have not touched a child, unlike that one," he says with ice in his voice. He bets that one's body would break the window easily. "So let's call the police, have them sort out what exactly your spawn did. Do you really want to bet they find my brother's right to safety less important than someone else's right to...whatever the hell it was behind this incident? Or do you think those are magic words that will make everyone shut up and take me away? Because I have news for you, shit for brains. That doesn't work for real victims. It sure ain't going to do anything for you but make them wonder why that's your go-to defense. A bit of projection, maybe?"