D'Art can feel the comfort in J-S, he notices the fidgeting. "Uh, this is your office, treat it as you wish, please. We need more of our own for reasons you might not understand yet, you're young, you've been spared some horrors, this I can tell. You're lucky. But luck runs out."
He takes a seat in a plastic chair in front of J-S' desk, in contrast there is a big leather swivel on the other side. "We need more of our own to protect us, and.....so we can protect them. If they continue on their own, unguided, lost, they cause us trouble. Slaughtering innocents, leaving footprints. Can't have it son. We've got to guide them, bring them into the fold. "