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A tense moment passed, but Hank finally lowered his gun. So it seemed the vampire he'd turned wasn't a complete fool afterall, but a fool nonetheless. Mithias narrowed his eyes at Hank in all seriousness. "I turned you... you bigoted clodhopper, because I am sick of your kind, and I chose to teach you, specifically, a lesson. Who I am isn't important, but I suppose I owe it to you. I am Mithias Varomere." The name didn't seem to register with Hank, or at least he had yet to hear of the semi-famous ex-SOLDIER elite agent Varomere. Mithias honestly had no idea how he'd even react if he knew. He added, "You may want to keep that information to yourself, lest your dear SOLDIER organization find it of interest." Mithias walked around to the side Bedivere was standing. "Regardless, I'm afraid you won't be killing me, not today, Hank, but let me give you some advice before we once again part ways. Do not give SOLDIER your trust, my child. And if you want to live long enough to understand anything and become more than a misused pawn, then leave this place before tomorrow night." He looked at him with scrutiny. "You won't last an hour in your unfed condition, but SOLDIER certainly won't mind using you as cannon fodder."