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Gabriel raises an eyebrow. "What, are my wines so distasteful you feel the need to go hunting?" He steps forward, and Chantelle realized that Gabriel had taken offense. "Perhaps your tastes aren't quite as distinguished as you believe them to be. Hmph. You probably can't even tell A from O, another barbaric consumer who doesn't know quality. You know, blood has a very fine distinction of texture, and in order to properly experience...." He continues on for some time about the different kinds and qualities of blood, making a running commentary on his personal preferences. Speaking to him, blood sounded less like a drink and more like a work of art, something to be tasted and treasured, an experience far beyond simple sustenance.

Eventually, the trio would arrive at the house, and Mithias interrupted Gabriel. He was one of the few people on the planet that could cut through the Vampire Lord's rants without being killed for the insult. However, Mithias was well aware that, left to his own devices, Gabriel could quite literally continue monologuing for years at a time. Without the need to breathe or sleep, the length of Gabriel's rants had no hypothetical limit, and he had continuously ranted for weeks on end in the past.

"So, you want me to perform.... brain surgery, of a sort?" He smiles, as he leans over. He had already known, but hearing Mithias ask him for this held some sweetness in it. He could make anyone say anything, and Mithias was the only being beyond his immediate control. As such, Mithias' act of submission, and admission of vulnerability was strangely delightful. "Well it's certainly within my abilities. Of course, there's a far easier route. The root of the problem isn't his memories, after all. His losses and pains are a heavy burden to bear, but over the years he will gain only more. Every vampire gathers the pain of their lifetime to them, like an aura of accumulating agony, until eventually they go insane." He chuckles, as he lays his hand on Hank's forehead.

Hank would find himself reliving his memories, seeing his family slaughtered, seeing his own murders. The kills that he himself had performed in his blood lust, locked into his unconscious, were played before him like a movie. But the natural response, the fear and pain, the deep sorrow, were gone. Gabriel suppressed them, blocking them from creeping into his mind. Watching these events, Hank would find himself completely unaffected by them, sheltered from his pain altogether by Gabriel's touch. "Of course, I could grant you a far more permanent solution, my boy. The root of your problems isn't memories of pain, or sad events. They aren't your suicidal thoughts, or emotional instabilities. No, those are merely the symptoms of a far more grievous disease. Human empathy."

Gabriel smiles widely, revealing rows of pointed teeth, as he looks Hank in the eye. It was clear that Mithias was no longer being addressed, and Gabriel spoke rather to Hank directly. "So tell me, my boy. Do you want me to make the pain go away?"