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Mithias stood on the rooftop, looking over at the group of xenos. The wind had really picked up. Suddenly, a arc of purple lightning cracked above them all. It was loud, and startling, finishing its entire mile-long bolt before any on them even had the time to flinch, or even register the shockwave the pulsed through their body in the split-instant that the lightning fired. Mithias' expression didn't change. Fear completely didn't register, surely Luigi's group was even less impressive to him. The warp storm had hit their location, but of course, being estranged to this universe, Mithias didn't know this wasn't a completely normal event. Fuck, it was just a Tuesday. Maybe purple lightning happens every Tuesday. Whatever. 

It really didn't look like he was ever going to get where he wanted to be. He wasn't going to ever meet anyone that he would ever want to know or would have any meaning in his life. Hell, why was life worth living? Where was any meaning without any stability? What greater power was there than the ability to consciously choose to die? The vampire appeared to lose interest in the portal travelers and glance over the edge of the building dangerously. It was a long, long way down. Death would hurt a lot, but probably only briefly. 

He looked at his company again. Why shouldn't he kill them? Didn't he kill everyone? Fate had clearly put them directly in his path, for a reason... he laughed inexplicably. Who was he kidding? There was no reason to existence. The very fact that these beings before him sounded like they even believed they had a purpose was hilarious, and a tragedy. "I'll do you a favor." Mithias said. "I'm getting out of here, and I'll do you the favor of getting you out too. We never were individuals. No one was ever 'someone,' you see... All we need is a way out of hell." The inside of the barrel of the cannon he was holding began to glow a bright yellow and radiate heat. He was about to pull the trigger on Luigi.