"Mm, I don't think rebellion is what I mean. I don't really like fighting." He scratches his cheek. "If we can change their minds about how they see us, so that they don't want to take our homes or hurt us... isn't that better?"

It's painfully idealistic, but it's also clear that he genuinely believes what he's saying.

But then he glances down. "I know that's not easy. But I don't want to be scared of fae all the time, just thinking about how to protect myself from them."