And yet supernatural species tended to be their own kind of fucked up, didn't they? Poverty, disease, discrimination and fighting were not things that were purely human problems. But at least humans had the excuse of not living long enough to properly learn from their mistakes. They were like children, stumbling along through life, messing things up and then dying young. Or, well, old for them (for the most part) young as far as Sid was concerned. The fact that many supernatural species lived well beyond human lifespans--many ostensibly forever--meant (at least, in Sid's estimation) that they should be able to learn and grow and avoid making the same mistakes over and over again.
Only two in fifty years? That was depressing. Although, that probably wasn't far from his experience either. They were few and far between these days. "Bard? We're a dying breed I think. Which is unfortunate. The world could do with more joy."
Sid shrugged, draping his elbows over the back of his chair. "Eh. I'm a citizen of the world. Broadway's a little small for me too. But it's nice to take a little breather now and then, you know?"