[Alucard lifts the lid of the box carefully. Enough to show the plainer interior, because there's a point and it isn't just that he can lift heavy marble.]

The bag on your right is an insert. Silver, highest quality, and thick for it too. It's fitted for this, and I can't put it in here. The quality means it eats through a little too quickly.

[Which leaves the question of how, exactly, Alucard carried it here to begin with, but never mind that.

He tries very, very hard not to be struck by that last part. It's a more somber thing that relates to all of this, but there is comfort in knowing that he has never been the only one to think through these particulars. Just the one most likely to oversee them.]

All four where they ought to be.

[Leon. Sara. His father. His mother. As much as there can be any of that last one.]