[There is a part of Alucard - small, but not insignficant, still wrapped up in the worst of all the grief - that wants to rise up and snap. It takes true effort to clamp it down. It shows on his face, a passing moment of pain.

Thank God he wasn't here last month and could walk through memories, as Hector did. Alucard cannot imagine a worse situation.]

I have no love of your decision to support my father's worst impulses and encourage him to be so destructive in his grief. [Anger wants to rise. Alucard forces it down.]

But we are not in Wallachia, and no citizen of this place deserves to be collateral from any confrontation that might arise between us. I only ask that you consider the following: for the time being, we give each other wide berths and stay away from each other.