Frankie stood to his feet, looking Dorian carefully in the eye.  "You'd rather kill these men than leave peacefully wouldn't you."  He snarled, stepping back towards the squad of guards.  "Even though you'll be in incredible pain.  You want to seek oblivion that much, don't you?"  Frankie secretly worried if the man he was facing was the kind of creature he'd become two millenia hence, driven to insanity by the boredom of existence.  For once, Frankie felt a tiny twinge of horror as the soldiers moved in, not yet sure whether they were supposed to attack.  Frankie's duty was clear, he had to keep them alive, at any cost.