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Matt chuckles, as Drac speaks. "I have a rather pertinent memory of you throwing me through a wall. Several, if I recall." Regardless of this, he could not help but recall a time when he did not have to look over his shoulder constantly. When there were those who would walk beside him of their own free will. It was an easier time back then. There is no cloak more comfortable than the warm weight of naivete. "I am not foolish enough to trust Mia, I have not forgotten the actions of her father. Nor am I foolish enough to trust you, however, Drac. We may have been friends at one point, but that time is long behind us, and old wounds sting bitterly."

Mia growls at Drac, her eyes flaring. "Your family-"

"Will remain completely unharmed and safe." Cosmos strokes his finely kept hair, as he sighs. "As a token of good will, I will grant the both of you these coordinates." He holds up a projector, which then projects a number of coordinates in the air. "Follow them, and you may be able to reunite some of that old friendship. My offer remains standing, but I can see that further words would be wasted." He then turns, and leaves, Mia leaving soon after.