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Kyle's lack of comprehension was utterly shocking. Mithias tried to reach the youngling. "'Barbaric?' I've lived through Medieval Europe, and if that means nothing to you, then let me tell you that I've watched with my own eyes the rebel lord Magnus pluck a full grown tree out of the ground and proceed to hurl it at an airforce helicopter. That is barbaric. 'Emotion' doesn't even begin to touch the meaning of the word 'barbaric' to me." But it was futile. The earth-shattering implications of what THE Mithias Varomere had said about THE world-wide superpower network Compact-enforcement organization had completely gone over Kyle's head. How could his jaw have not hit the floor immediately? Mithias felt just a touch of sadness, a reminder of all the innocents that would be lost in their ignorance. 

Again, Mithias tried to reach him. "The gears of war are turning once again, Kyle. We're looking at another Nightwar which could wipe us all off the face of this Earth, and you are worried about one gifted newblood?" Mithias shook his head slowly. "Magnus was over a thousand. You have your priorities confused."

Mithias looked to Jean. "Take whatever you need. I'm done here. But mark my words, Soldier has become too powerful and is out of my control. They will betray the rest of us very soon."

Mithias lingered briefly, for a vampire, before turning to go. He had a summons to answer.