"Has nothing to do with this asshole," Sparkle muttered, catching the pillow and smacking it back down onto... well. Onto his not-father's head. Because he wasn't going to murder the man, but that was cathartic all on its own. "You want to schedule another Toronto field trip, find me the real deal and I'll bust a few of his teeth out or something."

Sparkle. Don't give him ideas.