That truth was still there, somewhere, but Matthew, being the creature that he was with his long standing views, wasn't the one to argue America's possibilities. Those kind of idyllic notions were too youthful for his years.

Nodding his understanding, Matt left the door to amble within reach and lower himself smoothly to a cross-legged position on the floor in front of Cassidy. It wasn't his way of living, but he understood.

"France holds some.. less than pleasant memories. I've avoided its countryside for a century, moving through cities instead. Places that have room to hide me, to entertain me. Once I became a man, once I died.. The place where I lived was.. not to be sullied by my newly pained view." And he rarely ever talked about himself when he was alive, which made it all the more easier. "I've seen more of the rest of Europe's countryside then my own, but to be fair, she's a turbulent nation that was very dangerous to move through for many many years."

It was a weak excuse, he knew, but one he clung to.

"I shudder to think how the first Chateau De Vigny has survived the ages... Or if its even still standing.." It was. "My sister haunts me even now, I blame her, by and large.."