"... Pretty much." He tugs his jacket around himself a bit more tightly. "I do what I have to. I guess they have their own instincts to follow, but if they kill people then there's no one I can feed from or do my job properly."

He's not sure why they are what they are. He's never really had much of a chance to talk to them. They're not family, though. Not really. There's nothing that he can do with them or for them. The only thing he can do is try to kill them.