Leaving the baffled officer alone and unharmed behind him, Mithias turned and walked away into the street, the darkness eventually obliterating his presence. He had decided to leave the lab building, since those little warships seemed to be able to warp in instantly and give him shit. 

Sometime later, Mithias sat perched atop a tall building spire. The wind blew at the tattered ends of his coat, yet he did not feel any cold. He watched the cars fly by below, the occasional explosion here and there as whatever rebellion was being suppressed. It was peaceful, but lonely. Fortunately, it would be a long while before the thirst returned to bother him, so he could remain up here pretty much as long as he wanted. However, the sun would drive him off soon. He remained deep in thought.