Plays has spent most of his life as a human. Still, it was a dominance thing and he was trying to be the leader here. He shook it off and looked up, meeting her gaze, "We fucked up. We spent three thousand years trying to cull the humans by tooth an' claw before we finally realized we weren't helping anything like that. Just... killing. Humans of my world still fear us for that, deep down somewhere, even if they don't really remember us."

He leaned back on his elbows, "And then we fought the other changers because we were too proud. We killed the ones who were supposed to be our allies and then we fought amongst each other. Not always openly. By the time we figured out what the fuck we'd done wrong, we were already half-way in and we couldn't change shit. Now the Weaver and the Wyrm are gettin' more powerful every day and there's way too few of us left. Apocalypse is comin'... was comin'... and we were gettin' ready to face it down with tooth and claw and go out in a blaze of glory."