We do. I can admit that. I guess it's sort of a family trait, not that I'm proud of it. It's...exhausting, after a point, really if I'm honest. And I know you probably just see it as an excuse, but...honestly, so much of that really, legitimately is because of what we've gone through. Being hunted, chased after, having plots constantly devised about how to take us out. I don't know how to be anything else. How not to be paranoid. How to trust. It's honestly, legitimately foreign. Because every other time I've tried, every time, it has come back on me and blown up in my face. Friendship, commradarie. It's never real.
And, yeah...maybe I cling to the unkillable immortal thing too much, but it's the only thing that ever meant anything, set me apart. It's the only thing that's kept me alive, honestly.
Believe it or not, I don't care if people fear me. I mean, I lived it up, I played the part back home, yeah. But it's all I was, all I could be, there was no other option. That's different here, or it was supposed to be. But I suppose it isn't, actually. But people fearing me? It's not something I need. It's just something I do, something I am, and I guess I don't know how to do or be anything else.