As Mithias was on his way down to the laboratory, he decided to pass through a specific deck: the one with the dining room. He hesitated briefly before getting off the lift and starting down the hall. As he got closer, the black smoke stain on the ceiling and walls outside of the door were still there. Feeling a sense of dread, Mithias slowed down, stopping in front of the door to see that infamous room. The water from the sprinklers had dried up. Everything was black, or mostly burned. The window was still cracked, moaning that horrifying and lonely sound in the wind. Did it really happen? Mithias stood in awe, but not so much at the event itself or his role in it, but at the realization of the power of his brother. Martin was incredibly young to have such power. Gabriel had given him so much, and he turned out so like his father. In him, Gabriel had made an almost perfect son. Mithias frowned as he felt the small sting of sin pierce his heart, jealously. He shook his head, ashamed of it. Martin was a good, innocent, and beautiful creature, and Mithias knew he would give his life to protect either one of them. That... was his role, his place. 'To protect and defend,' was his chosen path, yet something deep inside him longed to escape it. With each passing century, choosing the path of exile, as Gabriel did, was beginning to have its appeal. But then who would protect Martin? Mithias sighed heavily and began walking away. Given an infinite amount of time, staying involved in the world was eventually going to get them all killed.