"Hank..." Mithias's brow furrowed concernedly as he watched the gigantic Blood and tiny Silver approach him in the hallway. The monstrous one with the sword arm seemed to grin at him in a sadistic fashion, and Mithias prepared inwardly for some kind of cheapshot attack. he tried to continue with a semi-hushed voice. "Fergus? Hank, you're having one of those moments again. Didn't I tell you a vampire's emotions can be extreme? We talked about this. You can't act on it. Look, don't blow up the city. There's no point in that." Damnit, where the hell had those two chicks that shot him ten years ago gone? Mithias hadn't yet read the message from the director of project freelance. "Hank, listen to me. I made you, and I didn't do it planning for you to be a monster. ... Wait for me."