It's wistful, and a little bittersweet, to speak of someone's home. Of family. In Beacon, those connections are long gone, and despite the reason all of them were here... it's hard not to yearn for the people left behind. Matt huffs a good-natured laugh at She Who Spits Up Her Food. Well, that's a straight to the point name for a baby, isn't it? Unless the girl is grown, and then... well, she's for sure a picky eater. "Sounds like quite the family. You must be very proud."

He never managed to have children, himself. Matthew supposes that's for the best, and yet he finds the fact a little sad at the same time. At least it gives him less to mourn upon finding himself here. He doesn't envy Merwen the fact she has an entire family to mourn.

As for the meaning of his name, it's much less a story. "I was named after the disciple. It means gift of god." It was a very catholic name, though perhaps not as meaningful as it sounds. "My father was determined to name me after a disciple. He never did tell me why he decided on Matthew, I suppose I can just be grateful I'm not Mark or Bartholomew."