"A moment of selfishness here, I didn't say you did. I said these are my thoughts. I generally like to be a social creature and this place is showing me as much as home did that humans are not exactly pliable for the job. They break both physically and mentally with far too much ease." He took a draw off the cigarette in his hand before he rolled his eyes and looked at her. "What kind of kindred would I be if I had not learned that? Having a gun put to your head by a woman you thought felt the same way as you did is kind of a realization that friends are not wise. However insanity is often marked as repeating the same mistakes expecting different results... and that is pretty much what I do."

He was still sore about that, he had loved Maria and for nearly a century he thought she loved him too. One hot night in Georgia changed it all. He had to move to the other side of the country and start all over just because he stupidly opened himself up, to his sires best friend...who convinced him to kill his sire no less.

"...That's fucked up." He spoke giving her a look. "Tell me you killed him."