[Something about Walt's words resonates with Tobias. But then again, he's experienced little to no acceptance or sympathy since turning over two hundred fifty years ago. Before that, his mother was quite overprotective because his father had walked out on them. If any immortal desired a paternal hand, who would do so more than Tobias Matthews?]

Really. [The question sounds more like an answer; his tone is halfway toward incredulous.] You know, it wasn't all that long ago someone promised to be understanding, that they wouldn't be so quick to condemn me for the things I've done. The things I had to do, lest I die.

Well, they kicked me out of the house some time ago. Gave me a little time to move, of course, and at least I actually had somewhere to go. Anyway, the thing is, people have been saying the same thing for years, and the reaction is always the same. Fear. Anger. Hatred. I'll ask you the same question I asked them: what makes you any different, that I won't find in you the same reaction?