"Maybe," he concedes with a nod as he looks over the crowd below as well, "but there's a part of me that, admittedly, I don't like very much who says that at least it usually keeps those of use who don't stick to our own kind, or... even socialize much at all, moving forward a bit longer than the rest."
Morgan instantly distracts himself from that thought by squinting just a bit to pick out the features of some specific few people below, taking in the faces that he knows, for better or for worse. "It's kept the city going this long, though, so I suppose it's decent enough for now. And when things start to get out of hand, the Prince has his ways of dealing with it. Ways I try not to understand because then I start to confuse other consciousness with my own and, really, little good can ever come of that."
In case anyone on the other side of the fourth wall had forgotten, Livvie is still speaking to a Malkavian.