I've wanted to tell you something for a while now, but I could never find the right time. I don't know if this is the right time, either, but...

[She draws him a little closer, holding him, feeling his fingers weave through the spaces between hers.]

Someday, if you can allow it, I wish you would tell me stories of her. The ones that aren't in her books. So that I can help save them, too.

[And maybe, because it would lift that subconscious burden that rests on Alucard, too — left alone to be the sole keeper of his mother's memory, along with her legacy.]

I want to know about her, and about you. Trevor and I...we've always only seen the worst of it. I would like to know the best of it, too.