“Okay,” he grinned, whether it was a fitting time for it or not, and it made him look too young for the whole suit and tie get-up for a moment. “So maybe your Dad was an asshole. But you’re thinking about things the same way your big-bad-humans do. Black and white. Good guys, bad guys. I’m not saying he’s not responsible for the shit he’s done. I’m not saying that righteous crusade mentality makes someone right. But you aren’t going to change this world for the better by deeming a whole species irredeemable.”
He quieted to listen when she spoke, and while he was animated in his argument, he seemed cheerful enough to be having the talk at all. He wished he’d had someone to talk to about all of this back when he was nineteen. “I live in Sidhe territory. There, humans are the second-class citizens. You’d love it. They’re even ruled by a Queen.”
Though that was a little iffy just now—he didn’t need to get into that mess with her just yet though. “What group would that be?” He said it quite respectfully, as if the plan were indeed something new. Andrew wasn’t looking to mock her, because he understood being young and full of ideas but not having much else to work with. He didn’t want her to lose that sense of enthusiasm—he just felt she needed to refine it.
He followed her gesture to the mirror, laughing pleasantly at the comment accompanying it. “No, no one’s back there right now. That’s for… Higher risk interviews. When we think there’s a chance our agent might be in some kind of danger if we leave them alone with… Whoever. Make your call. I’ll meet you outside when you’re ready.”
Already he was pushing himself to his feet, leaving the file with an overview of who she was and where she’d come from sitting there for her to look at or not when he left the room. It was a brief enough little dossier.