The smile that crossed Weatherby’s features was a patient one, even if he felt anything but at present. Hands folded behind his back spoke more to his posture than to what he was hiding, which was just as well considering his grip was so tense it announced only too clearly his displeasure with their present discourse.
“You have, perhaps, become quite accustomed to the Hamiltons and their view of the world,” He observed mildly, neither condemning nor condoning said worldview, “But you were not always so understanding of their ideas. Perhaps it would behoove you to think back on your own stances, to the way you viewed the world before, and consider both how and why you shifted your position. If you wish for people to – as you say – know better – then perhaps you should start by considering how information is being introduced or withheld. Not all of us can be so lucky in our enlightenment as to have friends like the Hamiltons, after all.”