"Everyone and no one Gorda. This world is fucked. Even if I had the power to slay all the murderers and avaricious bastards on this planet, there would always be more, from both species, and I'd have to end up killing everyone." Mithias suffered from one of the curses of immortality, a loss of sense of purpose. He was disconnecting with his sense of attachment and eventually self identity. "Maybe I don't really care what happens." He looked down. "Everyone I have ever known or loved as died or abandoned me. There is no point in my being anywhere. Maybe that's why this 'gift' has happened to me." He looked back to the castle for a brief moment. "Not even other immortals really mean anything to each other." 

He began opening another portal. "I don't even care. I either move now, or I die. Goodbye, Gorda."