[And sorry for the MULTIPLE NOTIFS; I REALLY screwed THAT ONE up! XD]
"When I last ate? Why... just last night, before I went to church -- not for a service, mind you... Just... going to pray, you know?" Matthew looked up over his shoulder at Stephen, and smiled sadly. "And the same could be said of why I didn't mind that you were a Muggle-born! I mean, the whole... thing you just said about... no one else understanding you, and... whatnot...!" He was beginning to sound rather vague again, just as he had right before he had fainted before... but then he shook his head, trying to clear it, and then looked back up at Stephen again, still shaking his head. "Happier?" he repeated, with a hollow, and slightly forced, laugh. "No, Stephen, I'm not happy at all now-- not with the current regime, which slew my sister for the crime of being a crime fighter!" And then he slumped back in the chair, rather quickly, almost as if he was losing consciousness again-- but then he said succinctly, "I hate my life, now...! I hate mySELF, even, Stephen!" He did not seem to appreciate that he was a poet, just then, and didn't know it...