Kip smiled, hiding the small disappointment with his charming lips. There did not seem to be much depth to the girl, but it was fun to tease, and it was intriguing to see the shallow dregs that society had to offer. It was good to remember, too, that if he ever went into politics, it was this sort of simple mind that needed the most protection. The sort of mind that could feel wronged without explanation, without being able to fully understand the weight of her situation. The poor girl. Talking to her was not a waste though. It was good practice. Kip was used to talking to the brilliant minds of his best friends in the whole world : the Russian professor with a knack for philosophy, the French wandmaker with strength in magic, the Scottish bartenders with a penchant for information. He did not have much experience with normal minds.
“Sophia Granger, the woman who thought we should not wear seatbelts,” he said, giving her the title based on his own philosophy and reasoning. Now he was just toying with the girl, but he hoped it was at least making her think more deeply than she had before. She asked for his opinion, and part of him moaned that it was not fair. He knew exactly what he was going to do. And it was going to infuriate and confuse her, but he had never once cared for his image more than he had cared for knowledge, so he knew there was no going back. Her opinion meant little if it meant that he could get her to think critically about the issue at hand.
“Let’s see…” he said, tapping his beer bottle. “The way I see it, forcing our population to grow gives us hope. We can fight James Blood with more certainty. If we suffer great loss, we do not have to worry about our population dying out, because our children will grow. We won’t all be dead, we would be able to raise the children to ensure we all live. And besides, isn’t it more humane? Our children will be raised in a society where magic is still strong and unpersecuted. If we did not follow through with this law, the children that were born would find themselves in a world where magic is such a small percentage that there is no society for them. They would be on their own, having to hide their magic, unable to control it. Social pariahs, accidental murderers. The children we are being forced to have may be not part of the plan, but they will live happy lives. Would you rather us live in a society where to be magical is to be cruel, isolated, and abandoned?”