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Mathias was, as usual, not in the best of moods this day. He found that he was currently struggling, in many ways, with his time in Amityville Academy. Classes were difficult for him, as he had trouble focusing on anything for long. Almost perpetually pumped full of energy, he hated to be forced to sit still, wanting instead to be able to run, to leap, to spread his wings and fl--

Oh wait, right. He still couldn't fly. While all of his siblings back home surpassed him in growth and ability, he was stuck where he was. Small of stature, weak by his kinds standards. He had thought they had sent him away to become stronger, that by now he would at least be able to reap some reward for all of his hard work, his training, and his everlasting efforts to better himself physically.

But no, that wasn't so. He hadn't grown at all, from what he could tell. And to make matters worse? He was surrounded by ghouls, all day, every day. Surrounded by temptation and enticement. Made to feel like a fool anytime one captured him with their gaze and entrapped him into their service until he was able to somehow break free of the taming affect they had on him. He had to be careful, oh so careful to keep his gaze averted most of the time, so that problems like these didn't arise.

So, when he heard a ghoul calling, possibly towards him, he at first tried to ignore her. Lifting his gaze by mere inches, however, he noticed her gesturing him nearer, and his ears swiveled in her direction to pick out the words she was saying, something about the idea behind them intriguing to him.

With a small huff, he turned towards her, hands going into his pockets and face frowning. "Strength of body is most important. Vut is soul compared to physical prowvess? Kindness...." His lip pulled back from his teeth in a sneer, revealing two pointed fangs that barely peeked out over his bottom lip.

"Kindness vill get you nothing. Creeple vill valk all over you."

Mathias scoffed at the notion, rocking back and forth on his heels his head tilted towards the ground and his ears twitching, both in irritation and a sense of pent of energy that needed to be released. He had a frown creasing his forehead still, making him look slightly angry when he answered. The loudness of his voice certainly didn't help matters, though it was all due to his over-excitability.

"Of course not! Who vould believe such silly notions? Ve are made of Fear, and the stronger ve become, so does our Fear. At our core that is all but ve are. Fear is power, not this soul." He answered her, quite adamant in how he saw these things. A soul? What a ridiculous concept! What a very human idea. This Mort fellow sounded like he might be a complete moron, and Mathias would never call himself all that smart either.

"A soul does not exist." He had obviously made his mind up completely on this point.

He was expecting a bit of backlash for his argument, waiting for this unknown ghoul, this complete stranger to tell him differently, to tell him that kindness was a virtue, that it took a strong person to be kind.

Blah blah blah.

But instead she told him his line of thought was refreshing, practically agreeing with him! He couldn't help but feel his lips twitch up into a smile that bared a small hint of fangs, his frown softening slightly.

"Yes that is just vut I think. Complete vaste." He still did not look up at her, but he held a tanned hand with dark claws out towards her. "I am Mathias. You?"