Mithias curled his lips and growled, fire springing up reflexively around him. He reached for his swords again, which he had put away. "Bob is my friend! No, more than my friend. He may be a bad joker, but he helped me, he taught me, he protected me. We're all still here breathing because he destroyed Alucard, and it took everything he had! And then, like the craven coward he is, Drac stabbed him! The only way you're getting these shards is to agree not to hunt down his child, or..." Mithias glared, "...over my dead body."