Mithias smiled as Jack spoke and raised his hands. He had a glimpse into the man's true heart, and for that brief moment, in their honesty, they were friends. The vampire chuckled to himself. "Your passion for knowledge is exquisit, my friend, and your enthusiasm is contagious. In fact, you remind me of someone else I very much admire, who is... similarly vivacious." He paused a moment appearing to compare the two in his mind. "Albeit, I do not believe he would quite sacrifice 'everything' for his endeavors." The vampire smiled pleasantly as he added to their glasses, seemingly intentionally avoiding continuing on the implications of that thought. His unnaturally whitened skin and polished nails contrasting against the red wine bottle in his grip. Mithias watched the wine pour, the liquid itself afraid to spill a drop under his demanding gaze. "Perhaps I am one of his experiments." He smirked slightly as he mused. 

Mithias sat back down and took a breath to savor the flavors on the air. The cooks had done well, and to Mithais, the scents were just about as good as physically eating. He looked at Jack again. "Would that you could carry on forever, eh?" As he watched the human's reaction, the gears in his head spun rapidly. Without loyalty or a heart to ground him, Jack's living forever would be a terrible thing indeed. The vampire's mind suddenly conjured a vision of the distant future, of a world ruled by machines, covered in metal and smoke. Both humans and vampires were eliminated from the planet, deemed useless by the superior 'daughters' of the long-dead Jack Stine. He almost gasped in horror. Were these the kinds of visions his predecessor had, that caused him to divulge 'prophecy?' Oh how Magnus had made such a mistake in letting this one live.

In a split second, Mithias' mind raced. Jack certainly wouldn't plan to have himself changed into a vampire, for then he would need blood and need to maintain a population of humans to provide it, although other vampires could still be eliminated. No... Jack was the type to replicate himself, to copy his own mind, or perhaps somehow transpose his soul into a database, to become one of his own creations, immortal as a machine. Mithias set his glass down after taking a sip. If Jack hadn't yet accomplished this, then killing him now would prevent the prophacy of a mechanical world, but if he had... then killing Jack's human body would already do nothing. But where would Jack have stored himself? The answer was obvious, Terebithia. 

His smile revealing nothing of his thoughts, "Ah, a daughter. You will live on in your creations, Stine. I am certain of it." Oh the irony. Mithias plied for more information. "You must be very concerned for her, what with the revolution a success and the attraction of international attention. She will need new supplies from the ground, to reload so to speak, for the inevitable attacks. Also, have you yet considered the construction of a sister ship?"