action;
I know. I just figure if I stop caring about someone's potential to change for the better that I get closer to being the monster people always treated me like.
[She picks up her glass, and takes a drink.] Or maybe I just torture myself at brunch places for no reason. [Little smile.]
It wasn't exactly without reason back home. We were the bad guys. Not all of us. But from what I've heard my kind lived in secret for awhile and once we were revealed we were feared and sometimes hunted.
Then one of us—an immortal—started building an army. The hunted became the hunters systematically trying to wipe out humanity.