"My world," Damien spoke with a quick nod, sighing as he stared across the lake. "I think people should be permitted to practice their abilities. And use them. If no one gets hurt.. it should be okay, right? But there's always going to be people who fear or hate what they can't.. or won't, understand. History shows us that."
He glanced at the book and then back at Harry. "I guess they may have got a few things wrong in it? Or exaggerates. Something that you probably thought was secret and private, now open for many to see. Damn, I'd hate a book too. But.. what about the good stuff? I know the guests can be terrible. But there's a good thing about this place.. is there? I mean, no war. And there's friends and family too."