Henry thinks for a moment, “Only with Edeva and Abraham.” He says honestly, “Edeva was my wife, I watched her die as I was turned, and Abraham was shot, had he died of old age, I wouldn’t have done what I did after he was killed.” He pushes his fingers through his hair, thinking some more.

“I don’t enjoy watching people die, more so the ones I love, but there is something to be said for watching someone live a full life and grow old and pass on when I can’t is rather soothing.”