Give or take a decade, from the sounds of it.

[Do decades matter in time that long? Alucard had never given the matter thought before, and yet here and now? He clearly must, and that he doesn't like at all. The world is still a thing he's learning, yet he'll be experiencing it not by years, but other measures.

It isn't something he wants to focus on. Maria is right in finding the fire far easier to deal with, but it also leads to other memories. Worse ones. So Alucard closes his eyes, focusing on Maria's words and tone alone.]

Knowing myself, this all seems right.

[That had been the plan after Dracula's death after all. Go to sleep and remain there, tucked safe under Gresit and free from the world. The grief. All the horrible nasty bits, and yet again, it seems humans are the ones that prevent him from doing so.

That the world denies him that release says so much. As does the fact that Maria doesn't want him to do it. There is affection there then, or at least the potential for it.]

Then I cannot possibly disappear from you now. That much seems obvious.