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Mithias stopped cautiously some few meters away from Hank, a worried look on his face. He stood for a moment, quiet, disappointed, and very sad. He gasped slightly as he watched Tony back off the truck and fall, recognizing a psychic force upon him. He had never seen Hank use his vampiric gift like that before, and it suddenly scared him. He had to get Hank back under control, but even if he did, Hank could still be unstable, a danger to himself and obviously to others.

"I feel your pain, Hank, my child." He knew Hank didn't like to be referred to as his son, he said it anyway. It was true. "You are overwhelmed by it. Your rationality is gone. Don't you see? If you destroy an entire city, what will your body count be then? You will not remove the old memories, but rather create a new one, a fresh and terrible scene of death. You'd never be able to figure out your bodycount then." 

Tony was beginning to suffocate. Mithias looked back at him. "Hank, let Tony go. You're killing him."

Even before Hank could decide, Mithias risked stepping closer, to stand beside him. "I turned you, Hank. This is my fault, yet you said yourself that I wasn't worth killing. Neither are you. Don't do this tonight." Mithias hesitated briefly, but he had an idea that just might work. "Look, I... know another way to purge those hellish nightmares from your past. Memories can be undone, forever." Was he really thinking of doing this to his own son? Bringing Hank to Gabriel could end up a suicidal disaster, but the ancient lord would certainly have the means to break him... if that's what it took to keep Hank alive. "I don't want to lose you, Hank."