A memories before sunrise.

"Do you seriously believe that Solider is the Noble Organization you sought them to be? They are no different than us, they seek to maintain the illusion of peace by controlling that which they should not. They seek to oppress vampires, for the sake of humans, and have begun hunting us down like dogs." His voice clear, and unwavering. Flashes of the oak tree, before which they sat, in the presence of Merlin. "Already now the dogs which you have trained, now drag you along by their leashes, forcing you to go where you do not wish." A tall goblet being lifted to his lips. "Pray tell me brother that you shall let them go."

Du Lac was left behind, destroyed by Solider though certainly Bedivere had made a lasting impression in their minds. For they would know now who protects the realm from their sniffing hounds. From its ruins, the confused vampires looked to Bedivere as he simply indulged himself in idle conversation with Mithias. As if meeting an old friend, muttering something about having to meet under these terms and destroying more bars just to meet. In strange stares and awkward glances, a peanut gallery which hade rubber necks. This was hardly a place to talk of plans they had for the world. And so they left the shamble of Du Lac, as Bedivere opted to commandeer a vehicle for their travel. Well two vehicles, given that the first vehicle he had smashed the window of had no adequate cup holders for the blood-brandy he intended on drinking. Planning a vehicle in advance was not done simply because it would make it all seem premeditated. Easier it was to enjoy the nightlife and do the things to make two old vampires feel young again.

Yet, they had not quite leveled with each other. For Mithias clung on to humanity, and Bedivere was already to throw them to the blood farms. And so was Merlin called to serve as their arbitrary arboreal arbiter. Although anyone sane enough to realize that Bedivere was talking to a tree, despite how large it was or old it was, would probably call the vampire lord mad. Though perhaps not to his face. Yet it seemed like however the conversation went, they were still at odds, despite their nights together in the British Isles. Thus it came with a close, with Mithias leaving, and Bedivere staying within the sacred halls.

If he had to go, to return back to that accursed faction of upstart humans and vampire slaves, then so let it be.

"Good evening, MI6. Tell James to watch Mithias Varomere. He shall be returning by morning. Keep him alive of course, he is of, special interest to me. I trust he will accept this task, and achieve much more than this by stirring the pot with SOLIDER as he sees fit. He has access to all the funds he requires, per usual, and do give him a nice suit to represent Britannia alongside his papers." The orders were given, and the memory faded away in the darkness of his slumber.