[Alucard's explanation of where, exactly, he stands with his father was the straight forward one he gave to anyone who didn't have the information already. His mother was murdered by a rogue priest and a mob, accused of witchcraft. His father handled grief badly, killed the priest (a fight between himself and his father that had to be taken to somewhere with a deep forest to deal with the unearthly noises intermixed with words), and then fled elsewhere to come to terms with that loss. Abdication, leaving myself as a sort of regent in the mean time.
Anything else, anything more personal, that stayed within him even from the other two. It hurt to talk about, that was a part of it, but the rest just didn't seem that useful to dwell on. There was more cheerfulness in the house these days, and to ruin it would be a sin of sorts.
It just means that there are days like this, where memory or for the first time in a very long one, a letter might prompt ice.
Alucard tips his head upwards just long enough to kiss Sypha's forehead, then rises to his feet. Grabs the envelope while he's at it, because even this much information about where his father is must be kept from the world at large. Alucard is nothing if not a good son.]
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Anything else, anything more personal, that stayed within him even from the other two. It hurt to talk about, that was a part of it, but the rest just didn't seem that useful to dwell on. There was more cheerfulness in the house these days, and to ruin it would be a sin of sorts.
It just means that there are days like this, where memory or for the first time in a very long one, a letter might prompt ice.
Alucard tips his head upwards just long enough to kiss Sypha's forehead, then rises to his feet. Grabs the envelope while he's at it, because even this much information about where his father is must be kept from the world at large. Alucard is nothing if not a good son.]
Ideally, we won't need to deal with him.
[Anger is still easier though.]