"Outside balance?" The vampire repeated, looking at Bug with the strange object. "'Drac.' That's the same that ruled that underworld I had first fallen into. Bug, if Drac has been cast into some unreachable multiverse, how will we find him? ... What are you going to do with mana crystals?" 

Since Bug seemed occupied, Mithias looked back to Genocide and his lot. "Wait. Why would you give us this artifact? Hm...You're forcing us to use it by trapping our ally." The vampire didn't like this scenario. "You're using us." He added bluntly. It was clear that genocide wanted someone else to do his dirty work for him. Mithias and company were either going to all end up dead, or they would trip some chain of events that would undo the balance between creation and destruction entirely as Genocide had hoped. "We're not foolish, Genocide. We're not going to help you get what you want. You may as well give up, and take whatever grudge you have against existence itself with you."