Always did this. Complained the kitchen was too far away, and then they'd snipe about the growing pile of stuff on the nightstand.

[Strangely enough, there's more warmth in Alucard's tone than sorrow. It's there, oh yes, but it isn't dominant. There's a soft noise, a not quite a laugh, and Sypha's warmth just lets him speak freely.]

I've never been sure he even came back in here.

[It's painful over two years later. (He counts the year that he was forced to rest.) The immediate aftermath...he can't even imagine.]