The human looks into your eyes...and you see into them, and see a look of defeat and despair. It is good that he hasn't panicked, gone into denial, tried to fight in a panic, but what is left is...wrong to you.
"I can't...I have to. I...it's the only way..."
"Calm yourself," you say gently. "Tell us. Why do you bring this machine of cutting...a chainsaw...here?"
"It's all I could find," the human says. "I have a wife, a son, and a daughter to support. I lost my job and this is all I could find. I thought these were okay to harvest...I wasn't trying to hurt anything...growing trees are supposed to help, right?"
Indeed the words to strike a ring of truth. Growing trees help, with old trees making way for the new. But these trees were homes for many fae...and he did not know. But in your old human life, you remember how the greed of the few led to the suffering of many, unable to find honest work, or lost work because a magnate found cheap labor overseas...
Humans weren't bad, but they worked themselves into a bad way. Could it be changed? Could it...
Then an idea hits. How many fae knew of the human world as it is now?
You fly to your mate. "Ting," you ask, "do you think we could support another family?"
Ting smiles brightly. "That tree he was about to cut down could."
You look about your new fellows. "I say he brings his family here. The best justice we could mete out would be to offer a better way. You can do to him and his family what was done to me. At least they will be who they are, and perhaps more of us could learn of the human world. It may protect us...and we may be able to deal more justly with the humans."
There is much muttering and discussion among your fellows.