I can't throw stones. I was raised by the Covenant of Saint George, who had decided it was God's mission to them to eradicate anything 'unnatural', which included a lot of people who happened to not be born as humans, and animals that weren't particularly dangerous. In the past, it might have come from a need to protect human communities, but... we'd wiped out dragons, and thylacines, and who knows what else, because they didn't fit with what our ancestors considered 'God's creatures'.

I might never have realized how wrong that was. I was sworn to the pen and the page so was meant to spend my life in the archives, collecting information from field teams to better understand how to track and kill monsters. Except I had started to develop sorcery as a teenager, and would have been considered suspect if that had been found out. I started asking the kind of uncomfortable questions of my teachers that suggested I was not buying the propaganda and was sent into the field to gather information to be scared back on the path. Only I realized how arbitrary the lists of natural versus unnatural were, and that every note I took would be used against the 'unnatural' regardless of how little threat they were to humanity.

It took until my notes on Australia for my superiors to catch on that I was either dangerously incompetent or dangerously close to going rogue.

[that gets a smile; even conventional biologists find islands to be reservoirs of weird species, let alone crypto-biologists.]

I don't know if any of my actions while with the Covenant led to any deaths, let alone genocides, but does it make a difference if an organization diffuses the blame so that no one person is the cause?