[At Alucard's side, the gun in Sypha's hands slowly lowers to hang at her side, as the quaking anxiety and tension of the past few moments slowly seems to seep away, replaced by a quieter, steadier sort of calm.

It was wrong of her, she realizes, to push back against Alucard when he'd tried to send her away. It would've been safer if she'd gone when he wanted her to. Better. Her people are out to the west, far from this — far from the madness. She would have been safe if she'd only gone like she'd known he really wanted her to. Even if he hadn't said it — even if he'd insisted that he wasn't trying to send her away —

No, that's really what he wanted, wasn't it? For her to be safe. Safe, happy, and here. She only gets one, and here isn't safe, not at all.

But — that's all right. Isn't it? Because there's still time. She can still remedy it. There are still trains running west. There are always trains running west.]

You...should have sent me away, before all this.

[She sinks down into a crouch just long enough to set the gun on the floor, resting it gently on its side as she gets back to her feet.]

This city has never been safe for Speakers. Not before, and not...not now that Dracula has returned. I shouldn't be here.

[She bites her lip, and ducks her head, and doesn't look at anyone.]

This...isn't where I belong, Alucard. Not anymore.