"Well, those who are considered witches and wizards are human," Newt explains. There's an odd sense of feeling as though he's letting something off of his chest, explaining his world to Alacruun. Yes, it's very much a distraction from the terrible hole they've all fallen into, literally and figuratively, but talking about home makes him miss it less at the same time; it still feels like a part of him, here. Wherever here really is.

"But then there are ghosts, goblins, house elves, merpeople, and centaurs, to name a few, all of whom have a magic, of sorts themselves," he explains. "Their magic works differently than ours, but they have it all the same. But those making an argument for the most pure of blood would never stop to consider anyone other than their fellow humans."

He nods at that. "It seems to be a special talent of ours," he says, shaking his head.