"Most kids are lucky if they even have a pillow anymore, so I don't think if fairies were around? They'd have all that much to worry about anymore. And some of them don't even have the chance to grow up."

And he does actually sound a little sad about that. As much as he can drive himself to not care in a moment, in other moments it wells up in him. Especially as he's in the proximity of something leaking its emotions right into him.

He used to be so hateful, so indifferent. He is capable of it, still, but he slips more and more often.

But he can't give the wrong impression. "I'd still make a Bug-Out Bag, one guy that's super determined to do the right thing can be fucked over by the ten other guys ready to spoil the party."