Just as the bow was about to grace the strings once more, Mithias froze. Across the frets, a tall and slender image came into his focus, white gloves coming together in applause. He blinked in surprise and lowered his arms. It had actually worked. Gabriel had heard his call and had awarded his artistic gesture by showing up. It was almost too good to be true. 

Mithias couldn't help but smile as his keen eyes took in every wrinkle on his maker's features, and he shook his head almost disbelievingly. His initial joy however, transitioned to a more serious and contemplative expression as he looked upon Gabriel with renewed sight. The scar. It had been there the hundreds of times he had ever looked before, but now, its meaning was so much more painfully clear. Gabriel too had once long ago narrowly escaped death, and would forever be marked by it. Perhaps now Mithais could finally understand. In that brief moment, the younger vampire silently reflected at how Gabriel had undoubtedly been changed by the experience. Who had he ever been before? ... He dared not ask about it. 

As Gabriel chuckled, Mithias gave an antique bow in gratitude. "You flatter me, father." He set his instrument down and as he did so, he continued casually, "But I would play for you forever as long as you would tolerate it. I no longer hold to the same closeminded ideals I once did." He followed beside the aged master. This conversation was long overdue. 

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"Yes. I have indeed left SOLDIER. I cannot abide a power that would further the prison I had confined myself to, that would demand I hunt and kill my own blood... It is all such a waste of time and a purposeless diversion. You saved my life, father. I owe you more than I could ever repay, and I've come to you to do what I should have done ages ago. I wish to repay you, to follow in your footsteps, and to learn from you. When I believed myself on the brink of oblivion, my eyes were opened. No longer will I dare to judge you." Mithias folded his arms behind him as he walked, his expression humble. "I am not worthy, father, but I am, yours. Would you teach me?"