"It doesn't," Lancelot agrees, "but -- there is a similarity between the police and Guardians, in that. You can work to enforce the spirit or the letter of something. The spirit is better, gives leeway where it is deserved. The letter can be cruel. Maybe some people at the council would prefer the letter of the law is pressed, but... what they don't know does not hurt them."

He shrugs again, lips flicking into a wry sort of smile.

"Your faction does not define who you are. My faction and my job do not define who I am." Dropping to crouch beside Lily he switches the hand his bottle is in, rubs at her ears as she pushes into his arms. "If I were to go on who I am... by experience, morals, beliefs -- I have no idea where I belong. There isn't a good place for me. But... there are places I can work to try and make a difference. If I don't work for the Night Council, I could have worked for Hillingdon. Made a difference that way. But I don't think it would suit me, somehow."