A soft breeze carried the scent of fire and car exhaust through the ally. Mithias listened to Rebecca call him out before deparing, her fervent glare affixed on him cautiously until she was certain he wasn't going to stop her. He wasn't. he had a strong feeling they would meet again. 

Lingering, the shy Camille unexpectedly reached for him, and in response he stopped, allowing her to latch onto his arm like a winsome little sister. She had been disturbed by the conflict and was apologetic. Yet, in her eyes, Mithias could see a deeper dilemma, that of who she was and what she was, and an intense need for the one she loved. There was so much she didn't yet understand. Her pleas rung his heart like a bell and he inwardly winced. "I know." He replied softly and cupped his hand behind her head to bring her close to him briefly. He knew exactly how much Camille loved her maker. Rebecca called again and he released Camille with the few words of wisdom he could find at the moment. "It doesn't matter what you are, Camille. All that matters, is what you do with what you are given. I know you and your mistress have truly suffered, but I fear that if the Kinslayer is unable to let go of her hate, then she and I will cross blades again. Now go."

As the girl hurried, Mithias looked back to the gruffly amused jackass known as Rhyss. "Purge are coming. We need to getour of here immediately." With strange tomahawk in hand, Mithias picked up the pace and passed his SOLDIER ally, moving to where his senses directed him was quiet. As he did, he considered... what was that little speach he had just given to Cami? He was reminded of his own father and the hatred and prejudice that he had harbored against him.  It had kept them apart oh so many years. Mithias owed him immeasurably, and now he realized that it was time he followed his own advice. 

It also occurred to him, that if Gabriel could speak through the mouth of a puppet, then he could also listen. All Mithias would have to do, would be to speak to a potential puppet while Gabriel was reading its mind. Was it possible that Gabriel had always been there, watching through others eyes all this time? Mithias scoffed at himself as he ran over the rooftops with Rhyss. Even if he had underestimated his father, he shouldn't flatter himself. His life was not all that interesting. He'd feel rather silly attempting to put his theory to the test. 

Running through the city, occasionally over rooftops, it seemed the two had cleared out just in time. They managed to get to a clearing, adjacent to the woods, yet not far from the base itself. Mithias slowed to a walk and looked behind him to his peer, his long black hair settling down the front of his shoulders. "Rhyss, I haven't heard anything from the general. I presume him dead. SOLDIER can't defeat either of these two armies, and Kami no Kage is here as well. We need to form a temporary alliance with the vampires and destroy the Purge. Vampires cannot wipe out humans, but the Purge would do so all too eagerly to vampires. They are the greater threat."