The golden-eyed vampire Mithias sat back in his chair quietly for a while. Viorica, for all her flaws, had given some critical information. Mithias listened to the exchanges of those around him, the whimpers of the newly turned, the non-sensical verbal diarrhea of William's mindrush, and Evelyn's caring attempts to make the fledglings more comfortable. Mitch's arrival wasn't necessarily unwelcomed, for he was innocent as any of them... any of them that weren't lying that is. 

Although there were clearly more important matters to attend, such as the social upheaval that three murdered human children would cause and the intentions of this mysterious vampire sire, Mithias addressed a more immediate topic: the fledglings. The fiber of Mithias' very being, whether alive or dead, was built on truth. It made him who he was, and that is why he couldn't help himself. Although he had a heart, sometimes truth called him to be cruel. 

With a heavy sigh and a frown, Mithias stared at the table. "Lies." He said. 

The others stopped what they were doing, each of the elders flashing a glance his direction, wondering exactly who the rebel Mithias was accusing this time. Who was he attacking? What lie was he calling out? Was he about to reveal some interesting piece of information?

"This blood is indeed from humans who are now dead, but it was not given freely or knowingly, nor was it taken after their hearts stopped beating." He glanced from Viorica to the fledglings, particularly to Angel. He cast no blame at Viorica for having taken the blood. In fact, if anything, it was a necessity to help the new fledglings stay alive, but he wanted them to know. "Think about it. Dead blood doesn't flow, and what altruistic humans would be around enough in number to each give enough blood to fill these bowls without dying? Hm? No. It makes no sense. I will enlighten you." Mithias got up to walk closer to the three new vampires. "You have a choice between a painful, second death now, or an immortality which WILL involve slaying your former kind. Even if you can manage to con a gift of blood from a human, and leave them alive, you will still be hated, reviled, and outcast. That is the truth." He closed his cloak around him. "I will not take your choice from you, but consider this. If you do chose to live as a vampire, you will have the power to change this world. You can prevent murders such as your own."