"Yeah. Wizards are assholes. So are vampires. Probably all beings, really. The world can be a shitty, painful, ugly place where people crush each other to get ahead," Myron agreed easily. "There are shiny bits too, though. Beautiful things, meaningful moments, good people who don't hurt others. Or at least, your average joe who's good sometimes."
Myron tried to be one of the good guys, more or less, but he knew he didn't always manage it. Merry was one of those good souls, though. Myron had known that pretty much as soon as he'd met Merry, and now... well, wherever Merry was, his shine was probably being dimmed by some arsehole who didn't like the way it shone. Wasn't that bloody poetic. Myron curled his lip in a silent snarl at his own thoughts.
"Wizards live longer, so yeah, I won't be facing as many goodbyes as if I hung about with humans. But I'm not going to live forever either," Myron said with a shrug. "All beings face death eventually. I didn't end up a vampire out of a fear of dying, but out of a desire to keep living."
As soon as Myron ran out of the desire to keep living--which he figured would probably happen around the same time he stopped caring about connections--he figured he'd go watch a sunrise. No point to carrying on if he was miserable, after all. Everything had to die sometime.
"I didn't ask you for advice, Candy," Myron said, irritated by her suggestion that he would care more about vengeance than he would about his friend. It wasn't just irritation that was bubbling up in Myron. It was all of his anger and frustration and helplessness over Merry being missing and no one knowing where the fuck he was or if he was okay. "I don't need you to tell me what to do first, or to give me permission, or... whatever. I don't need you to justify me having murderous thoughts by talking about how shite our justice system is."
Myron looked at her with a darkly intense expression and said, "I know."
He felt antsy, and he didn't want to rip this person into pieces, just this situation, with Merry gone, and whoever was responsible for that, so he looked away from her again, diverting his attention and anger elsewhere as he rubbed his fingers into his temples. "Can I smoke in here?"