"Ask me again in five hundred years," Tsaba said jokingly. "Truth be told, I'm too young to really be sure yet. I'm barely older than a human. Besides, I was a very young human when I was turned; too young, really.
"A lot of us... human minds, human emotions, aren't really designed to last forever. A lot of the older Nuit tend to... lose touch. They find a goal and stick with it, usually. That or commit suicide. You'd really be better off asking one of them. Given that I'd be dead by now otherwise, I prefer immortality to the alternative, if that's what you're asking.
"Why? How old are you? And... this man, do you know anything about him? A name?"