Mithias had used the opportunity provided by the brief distraction to flap his wings and put some distance between himself and Alucard. He glanced at the dying assassin from there. Who were the united galaxies? He wondered quickly. Regardless, the answer to that question wasn't going to matter if he was destroyed in the next 4 seconds. He looked at Alucard, who was not far in front of him. His eyes, his face, his intense demeanor... Yeah it was himself, yet somehow broken by despair and given in to anger and rage. How so many times Mithais had felt himself drawn to becoming that. He internally vowed never to let it happen. It was terrifying. It was his true death.

"I'm not going to give my life to you, even if you and I are the same person. It's true, I and my friends DID kill a Daemon. It is not impossible. If you have completely lost hope, then it is you who are the one who has died, not me, and I should be putting YOU out of YOUR misery. So common then, Mithias. Fight me. Show me what it took to break me."