Gabriel sighed, as Mithias turned away from him. "Pathetic. This is why I despise knights. You pick a path, you claim to devote yourself, and yet the moment the going gets rough you abandon it like a lazy schoolchild. I never killed you because I thought you'd learn to do something with yourself, find yourself a little place in this world. I've found mine, Magnus knows his.... even your friend knew his place in the world. And yet, you hesitate with every step you take. You never really decided, you just didn't have the guts to commit yourself to anything." Gabriel flicks his wrist, as a blast of force seems to emanate from him, the ground shaking and tearing beneath his feet. Men and women were launched into the air, as they crashed into walls and floors, the packed masses dissolving into a scrambling stampede of panicked humans, hundreds crushed to death in the sudden tumult. "You pretended to be a brave little SOLDIER, you pretended to be a crusader, you pretended to be my son.... what worth is a son who won't even decide who he is?"