"Nobody thinks humans are the greater species. You're sad little accidents that break and stay broken from minor chemical imbalances and ordinary blunt force trauma." He finds leading with disdain is still sort of helpful when it comes to starting arguments, though most of the barge is too unflappable to answer. It also relieves his feelings a bit.

He stands for a long moment, sighs a little, and finally follows. "I'm a homunculus. Made with alchemy, powered by a philosopher's stone, not a bunch of carbon reactions. The shape is convenience, and thanks to the admiral I have to stick with this one."