Traitor? He wasn't going to touch that one, because... What? It wasn't as if they were a united nation of people and he was spying on them for... The Russians or something. This wasn't some Cold War thing. He wasn't Julius and Ethel Rosenberg. "Or maybe some people are just tired of hiding or attempting to pass as human? I already have limitations, I don't love that I also have to live my life glancing over my shoulder for hunters any time I decide to venture out off the island."
How terribly sad was it that they had to wall themselves up in what essentially amounted to a medieval fortress (and, well, he would know), running around like chickens with their heads cut off any time there was a chink in their armor. Jayati was a goddamn dragon. Why should she have to hide? Why should any of them have to hide? Mircea obviously didn't believe that they were better than humans, not by a long shot, or he wouldn't have taken so much of an interest in their squabbles, but that didn't stop him from boiling over with indignity over the fact that the very people he'd helped over the span of 500 years had stomped the magic out of the people he shared an island with. That they had to be relegated to an island at all. Where was the justice in that?
Mircea sighed, letting her rant on. Clearly this was less about the actual cause and more about a sibling squabble. At least, that's what it sounded like to him. "Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable," he said after a moment. "It doesn't have to be violent. We can ostensibly fight for our rights with minimal violence. It's been done."