Mason narrowed his eyes when Verona spoke to him about being all-seeing, his condescending stare changing as he widened his eyes. How much did she know, did she truly know everything she needed? Even if, what did it matter, she wasn't going to say anything about him, his pupils contracted out of anger, not at her but at himself for his own reasons. "I can forgive all but myself..." He muttered, glancing at Seth, he may have known what pain he was feeling with him being a soldier and all. Still, it was nobody's business but his own, he doubted anyone would care but strangely Verona sounded so genuine in emotion. With a huff of anger and self-influenced disbelief he left and went down the stairs, he had a strange vibe, it was already nightfall, that irked him badly for some reason. He kept getting the odd feeling that something was going to cross their path, soon too, he tried keeping a cool head, he took a seat on the couch. He began staring down at the hound that was getting itself comfortable on his lap, he sprang up, getting to his feet once he heard John yell. "What!? Zombies aren't...oh." He shouted as he made his way outside, somewhat dumbfounded by the sight, this was hell after all. His sword began flickering dangerously before the swirling black, voidless, energy came around it. Watching Jerus deal with one of the hopeless undead he made a face, something told him this wouldn't be so bad right now. He needed to let off some steam after all, Breaking into a sprint off of the porch in front of the house, Mason quickly closed a distance on one of the horrors, driving his shoulder into it, once it was down he quickly slashed at its head, decapitating it with ease. Strangely he saw some kind of tag around its neck, he daringly leaned closer, backing away in shock when he saw they were dog tags. "Relax Hale..." He muttered to himself, noticing how his hands were shaking.