Drac sighed, as he looked over to Bug. 'You always were far too melodramatic. Really, I should have abandoned you a long time ago. But I'm a kind man, I felt that I had to keep even a sorry wretch like you. Had I known how badly you'd fail, I would never have accepted you as my son, but left you right there to face the humans you enraged.' he walks forward, smiling sadly, energy playing across his armaments, and yet not focused into any truly offensive form. 'I've got some explaining to do, Bug. This place? I found something here, something that's changed my mind about a lot of things. And I've got a lot of things to explain to you.'

Gabriel smiled, as he held up one hand. Hundreds of innocent humans wandered into the streets, wielding pots, pans, and knives, the occasional old rifle. Policemen seemed to be handing out shotguns, as the horde of makeshift soldiers wandered towards Mithias, mindless, oblivious to the world around them. They smiled, happy, their eyes glazed over, even as the first shots were fired. 'Do you really think you can hunt me, boy? You can't even tell what's real, and what isn't!'