They could always come back - Matthew didn't plan on straying too far from his present just yet, greedy and worried that it would vanish if he didn't keep an eye on it.

"Really?" One eye scrunched up in a squint as he glanced over, disgusted by the practice of abandoning fledglings, and he tsked his displeasure at hearing it. "A damned shame."

Snorting at the question, Matt shook his head. "Not anymore. I had a sister once. Pretty and utterly insane. She was damned before I was - a game, between our Sires, and is now, blissfully silent and ash. Needless to say, my Sire and I didn't.. agree. She's not around anymore either."

Reaching the small library that was in their wing, Matt dropped himself down into one of the chairs that had a mate nearby, ambivalent to what his statement may or may not suggest.