There's nothing to apologize for. This was once the standard bearer of normal. That it produces a reaction says more about what changes in four centuries.

[It is the kindest thing Alucard can manage right now. He can't blame Trevor for history. He can rage at the dead for such horrors, but for now, they're just that. Dead.

His boots are covered in dust now. It's a metaphor, but he can't articulate it right now.

Ridiculous that he gravitates to the lamp. He's still a goddamn vampire, isn't he?]

Laboratory. We take what will help.