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Mithias would have been lying to say he hadn't been at all worried about staying. Still, ever since he came here, he'd had an inexplicable numbness to death creep its way into him, a willingness to risk obliteration for the sake of curiosity. Perhaps, he had gone a little insane himself. Maybe that was what Bob liked about him.Once again, finding himself shaking on the floor, he slowly gathered the fragments of his wit. The Godkiller had pierced his very soul in a fraction of a moment. Mithias had felt himself reduced to nothingness in comparison to this being. His mind, his memories, his essence, ripped open for display, and he himself helpless to stop it. Was it his vampire nature that refused to die, or did the Godkiller merely decide not to utterly destroy his mind? The pain was unbelievable, and his soul cried for mercy. Silenced, and humbled, it took him a moment to recognize the voices he was hearing. On hands and knees, Mithias tried will all his might to be as small and unnoticeable as possible. He was still sane... wasn't he?
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Bob smiles at Stein. "You're supposed to be dead, by the rumours I've heard. Your supposed revival is going to make you even more well-known." It was a dark joke, but Stein still chuckled, acting not at all like some godlike entity would be expected to act. "Also, are you growing more petty? My vampire friend barely has his mind. intact. There was no need for that." It was not concern in Bob's voice, but mockery, with a hint of smugness.
"He's a vampire, he'll live. I needed a little fun. And it's customary, too. I spoke to the Lord of Nightmares. He's in." The way Stein speaks about being 'in' is with severity, and a small amount of disgust as well. His eyes briefly flicker to you, and although you recognize that same psychotic look, there are no direct ill effects to your body, mind or soul this time, reinforcing the idea that the previous experience had been a deliberate psychic barrage against your sanity. "However, from the fact that he's here, I guess you already knew that."
Bob smiles slyly, his hands on his cane as he tips his hat. "Ah, you're on to me, old pal. However, I can't leave him to you, as you well understand. I can tolerate your little jest there, but it would be quite a pain if you were to kill him, or remove his sanity entirely." Bob seems almost to grow larger, his face darkening and his eyes glowing more brightly, although when you look carefully, it's just a trick of the light. "I still have use for him yet. And who knows what he might do, unleashed upon the world? Once he has his feet down, you are free to hunt him, Stein, but for now, he is under my protection."