It's an illusion, Enoch. [He didn't use to feel that. Even in Norfinbury, most of the time he remembers his immortal unlife with pride, with relish. More alive as an animated corpse than he ever was before his Embrace, certainly. But when he speaks of Caine, of the Kindred and their history, of damnation and grace, that pride almost shames him.]

I am not typical of my kind, and even I have to fight to maintain reason, feeling, even ambition. That is why... [he trails off, but then speaks a little more strongly.] That is why I cling to my search, I think. Because that is what keeps me living. Human.