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Mithias tensed anxiously for a second, then looked aside in a way that confirmed what Drac heard. He had lost his soul and Bob hadn't simply forgotten about it. Hiding off on sparsely populated iceworlds had done nothing to evade the Taker's memory. Mithias wondered if he was going to make it out of the coffee lounge this time or not. He tried to rationalize his chances. Surely Bob was allowing him to live and roam for a reason. If anything, they were friends, yeah... friends. Friends just don't go ripping each other's souls out. Bob wouldn't do that to him....

... oh f... Who am I kidding? Yes he would. 

Mithias glanced back at Drac, then exasperatedly threw his arms up. "Bah! Please, spare me your pity, Drac. I've seen my future self and my death, and I'd rather have Bob yank my soul than let myself become that. At least this way, it can never happen." Mithias was referring to Alucard, a malicious monster who had lost all hope and had bent to serve the Omegan's will.