"of course" he says nodding.
"here I died for the first time, at the given moment I was Treville d'Rocha. My fellow paladins burned me at the stake for being a heretic..." he says now pointing at the first in the line of portraits, a hand drawn wolf with a hood on, strikingly similar to Moby.
"... After that God punished me to live forever... Technically... I cannot physically die, but however I do reincarnate after old age.". He said and points to another portrait
"I was then Garish O'Maelly, an Irish bobcat, keep in mind I'm still a paladin, my gifts return at a young age, but my rememberance of past life's cones at age 10... So I'm always... The monster... And both the paladins and inquisition hunt me.".
"now you come in" he says, looking at Kitane
Moby turns back to the walk
"My next life was Makariv VanDoren in Germany." this portrait was of a human.
"Oddly enough to keep the VanHellsing clan alive he... I... Or he..." Moby gets caught up with terminology before sighing and continueing
"secretly married Felicia VanHellsing..." he says pointing to name on the family tree.
"however, the VanDorens are long dead, do you don't any close human relatives, however so very far off ever so great cousins" he addresses to Kitane.
"now, my curse is suppose to be spiritually not genetic... But spirits are shared in generations...".
"... Or so the theory goes" he says and turns from the wall looking at Kitane
"All of this is to get you angry, to try to bring out that monster that I... I guess I indirectly gave to you..."
He squeezes his eyes shut before continuing
"there's no cure... But their may be a prevention... I don't know... But Lilly symptoms would be rage very hard to control, and visions of dead loved ones..."
He hesitantly asks:
"is that why you don't go in the room you brother died?"