Mithias couldn't see. No matter how keen a vampires sight was, it was zero without functional eyes. His normally white skin was covered in blood. His clothes were also damaged by the acid, which was about finished with its damage. He knelt on the ground, long black hair masking his face from the horrified human onlookers. A girl approached him tentatively, and fortunately for them both, pain gave way to reason. It wouldn't do for a wounded vampire to start killing humans around him, even if he could see. Mithias put his hands and swords on the ground and shied away from the girl. "Please. You mustn't touch me. The acid... it burns." Nonetheless, she got closer to him, and he trembled, trying to keep her from seeing his face. Since it seemed he had no way out, at least not until his eyeballs healed, he gave in, whispering a false secret to the girl to keep his nature from discovery. "You mustn't take me to a doctor. I am a criminal."