"Thank you, brother." Mithias replied. "I owe you my life several times over." He looked in the direction of the blood-red arrow in the snow. "Seven kilometers..." Certainly a drone had flown him out here, because Terebithia wouldn't have come this close to Kilo Point for any purpose. 7K was practically Magnus' backyard. 

Mithias frowned when Martin accidentally killed a couple random humans in his amplified thought. Inwardly, he feared his sibling would slowly lose himself, a fragment at a time, due to the fragility of his network, not to mention the merciless deaths his musing could cause. But the elder brother bit his tongue. After all, who was he to give Martin any advice? "Be careful, brother." Was all Mithias said. His confidence and pride were crushed. 

Like a soulless zombie in the darkness, Mithias walked to Magnus' fortress. As he neared, a sniper shot him through the back, the high-speed bullet passing out the front of his chest, spraying blood forward with it. Mithias staggered a step, the wound healing immediately. Straightening again, he kept walking, like he didn't even care.