Izzy heaved a relieved sigh. If he [i]was[/i] some sort of changeling, that would have made the sword as effective against him as the White Wolf.
	She gave him a sour look at his first question. “I can’t imagine someone [i]empathizing[/i] with them.” Her gaze remained cold as he posed Trevor’s parents’ side of things.
	Her eyes narrowed slightly at the concept of Trevor’s removal. “He only has maybe a year before he’s old enough to get out on his own,” she began as Riley moved his cigarette. “Don’t know about with you aberrations, but for humans, we’re not considered ‘legal adults’ until we’re 18.”
	Her free hand balled into a tight fist, outrage making her cheeks warm when Riley continued. “[i]Trevor’s fault?[/i]” she hissed, pausing in her outburst long enough for him to finish speaking. “Oh, so it’s [i]his[/i] fault, is it, that he’s never been treated like he’s one of those ‘great children?’ How can someone know what they are, what power they have, when they’re treated like an unwanted dog by the people who should matter most?”
	She exhaled through her nose and shook her head. She took a small step away from him, the tip of the sword sliding a couple inches over the floor. It was ultimately pointless arguing with him, a waste of precious time.
	“So what are you trying to get at?” she snapped, her words clipped. “How could someone not knowing the extent of their influence make enough of an imbalance to cause this mess?”