"I don't think you should have to." He had never outwardly betrayed someone before, not to the extent he had been betrayed. The small steps, like Wolfram and Hart, or the big moments, the life ending game plan from Angel. The worst part of betrayal was knowing that the trust finally given at a price was tossed aside like so much garbage. "They don't sound like very good subordinates, which is good for them and you."
He noticed that she seemed to have a particular interest in the powers, most likely being one of the ones that had been brought here without so much of an askance of permission. "They probably have their chosen very few," Lindsey replied as he shifted positions to stand upright, leaning against the bookcase becoming uncomfortable. "With no one to believe in them, they might fade away," he mused. "Some people are willing to keep believing just because there's something about them that makes them want to." He snorted derisively and shook his head. "You're not alone in your irritation."
He didn't include himself in that tally but the implication was there that he remained among those numbers. "I've heard a few theories like that. One even ventured to say that they are one and the same, simply playing us off each other for their own amusement." Despite himself, he felt tugged deeper into the conversation by his own thoughts on the matter, the interest in the subject. "It wouldn't be the first time that's happened. Something feeding on the emotion within a certain radus to manifest itself. Los Angeles is chaotic enough to happen. But somehow I don't see that as the case this time."