"What has made me this way..." Anton mused. "I've never seen a Disney movie in my life and never heard of this Tabitha Rabbit." He paused to think. "I suppose... I have trouble letting go of the fact that I used to be human. I miss my family, my people, but mostly it's because... I used to entertain thoughts of killing people-- when I was much younger. I'm worried that I might lose myself. I'm just afraid to kill. I'm a terrible, worthless coward. But I don't remember telling you that I was hesitant to hurt those who did wrong. If need be I'll tear them limb from limb as long as someone else finishes the job." He took a sip from his tea. "I suppose that if I ever get to go back to my family, or their descendants, I'd at least be able to say I never killed anyone. I suppose I am a cruel and petty person... I'm sorry, I'm sure I must have made you terribly bored by now." Anton returned his empty cup to the bar tender. "I suppose I'll be going then." He stood, hesitating just long enough for the woman to get in a few more words if she so wished.