"The difference being - that was a book, and this is reality." He shrugs, resignation crossing over his face. "You gotta roll with it." There's a high probability of crying and screaming along the way, he won't deny that, though that won't go over well, according the the rules of this place.

And well, that makes sense. "I get what you're saying. That makes them more like incubators." He rests his chin on one hand, drumming his fingers across the table.