[ There's a melancholy to that - one of the spells upon the place keeps the mirrors from watching it. They had always been an imperfect solution, but there's still something deeply sad, knowing that they can't be an option again. They had made them all so happy. Squabbling over what to bring back to the castle and what should never have been brought into the wagon in the first place. The nights that Sypha fell asleep early with one hand over the mirror and Alucard couldn't understand what flaw in the magic could result in not being able to see them. The few times when he had contacted them unexpectedly and turned very formal and very awkward to apologize for the bad timing while Sypha only grinned wickedly and found somewhere good to place the mirror and breathlessly told him to stay and watch. They can't have that again. Not in a world too dangerous for it.

It's unfair. ]

If it's in use, we're fucked. Unless you or Sypha can figure out how to break whatever shit your father cast to protect it. This was-

[ This was back when your father gave a shit about not dying. When he was acting in defense of someone he loved. Even 400 years later, even spells cast when he was mortal, that makes it a terrifying prospect. ]