Fallen onto his back, an umbrella-stake to his heart, Mithias gave pause. He had been so angry. He looked toward the red eyes that were strangely framed by white eyebrows above him, and his fury drained away. The holy symbol singed his chest with even light pressure against it, a far cry from the chastisement he deserved. His anger had been a cover, a mask hiding a confession of need and vulnerability which now surfaced. He scoffed mockingly at himself as he accepted his defeat and admitted the truth. "I've missed you, brother."

Explanation would come eventually. Mithias could at least demonstrate some kind of patience. He got up, subdued. He remained quiet for the moment, indulging in the presence of his long lost friend. Adam had just done something very weird, Hank was... hanging out, and Mithias had yet to see Victor. He put away his one weapon and went to recover his over. The sitting area was fucked up to be fair, but the monitor screen was still on, and it actually got Mithias' attention.

"The Hell?" Mithias just realized what he was seeing and what his father was doing. It seemed like odd behavior for such a determined recluse as Gabriel to invite the rest of vampirehood to his home. Maybe the old man had changed? Maybe what Mithias had said so long ago had had an affect on him, or maybe... Gabriel was afraid. 

"Bedivere?" Mithias began. Everything was beginning to make sense now why so many vampires were already in Hawaii. "I am sorry. I did not know of my father's plan. I did not realize you would be seeking refuge from whoever has been slaying all the oldbloods across the world. You, and Adam O'Neal, and others are here." He looked around. "Is that why you have come?"

Just then the tv cut to a scene of gore and destruction annotated by a screaming reporter. "Breaking news... The latest vampire invasion... Stay in your homes!"

Mithias couldn't believe it. "What is happening to this world?!"