[Doctor Gabriel]

The last son of the Gabriels shrugged at the candyman as if to say fair point, then did everything in his power to not burst out laughing like a golden hyena when the wizened Casanova strode toward the newest arrival and tried to put the moves on her.

Fucking hell… I’m almost starting to like him.

But Mr. Kite didn’t have time for the entertaining spectacle of a doomed Senior Citizen's Romantic Comedy pilot, there were more important matters at hand. Toronto hadn’t burned because of the actions of Mr. Kite, who’d been lounging about in a garage for the past week getting too drunk to see straight and chasing anything within sight wearing a skirt. It had been brought to it’s knees by the man behind that mask, Benjamin Francis Gabriel, and that man was not about to let an opportunity to hear his Servant’s impressions on the enemy slip through his grasp.

Beggin’ your pardon, Captain, he sent out in a thought that rode the mana encompassing the church like an autumn leaf along a trickling stream, but I’d like to hear your thoughts on this lot. Mind phantasmining your way in here? I want to see if you notice anything about em we might be able to use to our advantage. For that matter, think you could create a map to something that’d give us a leg up? I don’t doubt our chances as is, the Preacher will probably be the biggest hurdle, but it never hurts to have an Ace or three up your sleeve.

It took a tremendous amount of willpower to address Mary as Captain, even in his head. But his pride meant nothing if he failed to notice a crucial detail and wound up dead because of it. There was no point in participating in this war if he didn’t win it.

And he planned to win it, even if it meant getting on his knees and deepthroating Berserker’s filthy boots till they shone like stars.