I could have put an end to all of this. To everything. To every fucking vampire in Europe - maybe in the world - that wouldn't fucking behave. To all the nasty things they kept in line. You wouldn't have stopped me, and there'd be nothing else in the world that could - there have only ever been two. There would never be need for Belmonts again.

[ He could have written a long, long suicide note. And they all know so much about those. ]

And I chose not to. Because it would have made two people kind of sad, and I'm a selfish shit like that.

[ There's one last thing, and the tone makes it clear that it's the end of it. ]

She has long eyelashes, And these stupid dimples, when she smiles. When she pretends to, at least. Only chance I'll ever have to see them properly, and it was the one time she couldn't smile. You'll have to tell me, when they're there.