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Just previous to the attack on the bunker...

The prisoner's room was empty, dark, and quiet. Magnus had extracted all the pertinent information the human's mind had to divulge and then some. He and the Native American oldblood moved on to continue their preparations as daylight reigned above, having no further use for the mere mortal in the chair. After some time, the door to Martin's room opened once again, and a light flickered on at the flip of a switch. Martin would still have been drugged, possibly barely conscious. Suddenly, he would feel his ropes cut and the blindfold removed from his eyes. A white hand placed a bottle of water and a wrapped sandwich on the small table. In his foresight, Mithias had collected them from the Soldier base. He stood silently watching, waiting for Martin to come to, and as he did, the vampire exhaled a sigh of relief. 

"Food and water." Mithias said calmly. "The drugs will wear off, and you will need them. And you will need this." The vampire also placed a handgun on the table. He began speaking, more to himself than anything, not fully knowing how much the human was able to hear or understand. "There's no reason that you should die, Martin. I heard what you said about humanity destroying itself and what you believe about vampires." Mithias took a few steps to the other chair and sat down as he considered things. He looked at the wrecked human with sympathy. Centuries of watching his descendents and protecting humans had ingrained a sense of care in Mithias. Even being nearly killed by Kami hadn't taken it from him. It was still there. 

Leaning back, Mithias went on, letting his sight drift to the corner of the room. "Magnus, wants vampires to dominate the world. He would devour and enslave all your kind, believing humans to be nothing more than cattle to feed upon. So detached from humanity he is. The ancient Mohowauuk also hates humans. She is right to blame them for the destruction of the planet. She sees them as vermin, a plague, a species out of control, but also a species unworthy of the gifts they have been given. She sees humans as only animals, pathetic, and deserving of punishment." Mithias seemed troubled by this and pressed his fingers into his forehead and closed his eyes. Then he sighed and dropped his hand, yellow eyes seeming so humanlike for a moment. "I used to believe they were wrong. Over a century ago, I started the Soldier organization. I believed there was a way to coexist, and I fought to maintain that balance. Now, I see that it is, and always was, impossible. No matter how many lives I take or years of service I give, they will always want me dead. The truth is subvertive in the human heart." The vampire looked weary as he returned his focus to Martin. "Vampires do not deserve to die for our need. We are gods, Martin, dark gods. But we must act like gods. If we abuse our power, then we are no better than humans."

"I fight for the right to survive, for myself, and for those I love. I have family among the vampires now, a brother, a child, and they need me. I have come to embrace the night and accept my gift. I am no longer human, and I will not see my kind wiped from the face of the Earth." 

Mithias laced his fingers in his lap with a resolved expression. Martin was really in no condition to say much, so a response was not expected. It simply feel good to get that off his chest. "Forgive me. I'll leave you to your recovery." He got up and headed for the door, pausing once more. "I do hope you live, Martin. The world could use more like you." Mithias left to join the others.