[ They would have figured that the balance may have gone in the other way entirely, but Wolfwood makes it clear that isn't the case. Rather, somehow humans are the ones who have turned the tables - though, perhaps that isn't surprising. Such creatures may be weak, though a weakness can become a strength, and a strength, a weakness. They know and understand this.

The implications are clear as everything is now coming together, and they're watching him as he's abut to light a second cig. Quick, and unhealthy; even if expected, given the topic. ]

Ah, I see...those fellow humans in your world became quite enamored with their control over such beings. Then, they usually used such beings for their own ends, until they were to be thrown away. As that man you mentioned had said, yes?

[ The pieces connect right in front of them. They hear the anger lurking in Wolfwood's tone; the man doesn't need to be so sympathetic to those people, does he? But, he is. Evidently, Wolfwood never liked the man either, and they're certain by the way he speaks; is it the injustice of it that concerns him? Or was he close to another one of those people...? ]

No matter where humans are, there are always those who act like this. [ They let out a chuckle of their own. ] Locking or throwing away whatever they no longer need without a singular care; whatever suits them well. Yet, they persist. Such is the nature of them.

...Wolfwood, what makes you still believe humanity is worth fighting for when you see and know such cruelties? Your own humanity? Survival?