"They're not my people," Bigby says, a reflex, really. Bigby doesn't have people, that's always been very clear to him. "Bufkin? Bufkin can't be allowed out, he's a kleptomaniac alcoholic flying monkey." Nothing to do with being a Fable, he's just a disaster.

"There should be. But the whole system needs an overhaul, which is a long way out of my scope of understanding. Snow's trying to pull shit into line, but it's taken a long time to get this fucked. Going to take a long time to unfuck it."

Bigby just doesn't have the empathy to cry for anyone. But he realises it's not good for humans. "You... need to be inside before you freeze your eyes shut."