"I see..."
He expressions shifts.
He taps his pen against his desk, his eyes fixed on you.
It's as if he's trying to see past them, into your thoughts.
"So... Would you say that certain creatures just have to accept their place in the world?
Make the 'sacrifices'?"
"Yes. Some creatures are meant to be lesser than others."
"No, as intelligent beings, it's our job to protect other creatures."