ownership
Scientist: an elemental incapable of elemental arts is… lacking a fundamental part of being a person. This world isn’t made for them. They’re… a mistake. It’s why we have those breeding laws to begin with. They shouldn’t exist!
Buzz: YOU-! HOW DARE YOU?! [His wings are out and violently vibrating.]
Scientist: Oh?
Buzz: I brought in that child hoping he’d get medical attention—not turn into some toy for a bunch of bored scientists! Why was he even brought here?!
Roy: Buzz!
Scientist: I was told we had your consent!
Buzz: My consent?! Why should you have my consent?! I don’t OWN him! You just don’t-you don’t DO that to a person!
Scientist: I believe there’s been a misunderstanding here. Mr. Clarwin, I don’t know how they do things where you’re from, but here in Zenik, mixed bloods are owned. This boy, since you found him, is under your ownership until you decide otherwise.
Buzz: Under my-?