And how did the wisdom of a thousand years serve him when you clawed him open?

[She should know better than to provoke Dracula when Trevor's moved to put himself between them. She should know better than to start conflict when someone else will take the first hit from it.

And yet the sight of Alucard draped in his father's arms makes her see red in a way that feels like fire blazing inside her, because he doesn't belong there, doesn't belong to him, not anymore.]

You abandoned him. You have no right to speak of who or what he should be entrusted to!