You speak as if his actions made sense while he was alive.

[The words aren't spoken, they're snarled. Alucard's self control has always been an exercise in balancing two very inherited things: his father's rage, his mother's compassion. The former was easier right now, because the latter was nothing he could ever show in this position he had now. Compassion was not for vampires. It was not for regents.]

If he believes he returned by the will of his God, perhaps. If he does not understand the workings of the necromancy that powers him. Faith [he nearly spits the word out] can lead one down terrible roads.

[There's a rustle beyond them. Alucard's body freezes, all tension. All ready to spring.]