Brian sighed as he let his sister mess up his hair, but he slipped an arm around her, the other still holding his oatmeal.  "I just...don't know what to think," he finally said.  "The fact that those...beasts are allowed to do things to you bothers me.  But at the same time those Jesus freaks went out of their way to kill the little guys.  The kobolds.  They didn't deserve to die."  Brian sighed, taking a haphazard bite out of his food before just shrugging his shoulders.  "I want to help, but I'm torn.  Part of me wants to see some of these guys hurt, in the Night Parade.  But not all of them."