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	"......Well..that's...expected." Martin says, scratching his chin. A small medical kit on wheels rolls over, hops up onto the bedside table, and opens up revealing a blood bag. Fresh, blood. One of the huge mechs releases Mithias's right arm, letting him grab the blood bag.
"So, you're hungry...anything else I can get you, tea? A burger...slippers? Maybe while I'm going to be catering to you, you'd mind..telling me what the fuck you're doing in the ocean?" Martin asks, frowning. He then held up a rod, which might cause Mithias to feel as if Martin was holding a cross. A very powerful cross, one that reeks of holiness.
	"Also..I know what you are, Vampire. I've met vampires before, and I've seen you all beaten to death by assistants armed with tool boxes, or a Chaplin with his bible, and this..." Martin adds, waving the null rod. He grips it a bit tighter, fear forming in his heart, and something odd happened...it vanished. "...Shit..." Martin says, before the fur of his right arm turned red. Mithias could smell the holy power coming from it, before Martin's arm burst into flames for a moment. 
	"...I guess that's what the chaplin was saying when he spoke of the hand of god..." Martin mutters, before he just points at Mithias. "Talk now. I'll figure out the fuck I did to myself later..." He barks, a mix of fear, and adrenaline flowing though him.