"Eh, not sure about that one. Think some people have forgotten what real anger actually is. Too blinded by complacency or fear. Or both. That's why we're still in this shit," he said with a small shrug. At least, that was a lot of the general feeling he got when dealing with the magical population at large, especially the middle of the roaders, as he liked to refer to them as. The Halfbloods, the middle class, those who weren't bad off but weren't bloody rich either. At least the muggleborns knew their lot. The halfbloods though. It was a slippery fucking slope. Worried to caused a ruckus one way or the other.
"Won't argue with you on the rest of it though," he agreed with a gruff nod. "Though there's still some good ones out there. Pures, or whatever. Trying their best. Problem is they get overshadowed by the loud, flamboyant assholes in their ivory towers." Rolling his eyes he sighed, running a hand over his bruised and battered face.
"Some days I think about callin it quits at the DMLE, but then I wonder how long they'll really let me go on my way before they come after me. Way things are going, only sense is to sleep with the fucking enemy until you can't sleep with em no more."