Snake often wondered that, too. He wasn’t unhappy about it; no, indeed, quite the opposite.

He nodded in understanding. It made sense to him that there would be some worry for their collective safety. It made Snake wonder if this Council was monitoring him since he wrote about the supernaturals he met openly. Maybe it was a good thing; most average people assumed he was writing fiction.

“It’s too bad we can’t all just live together… Human beings can’t even live and let live, though, so I get it.”