[ Neither of them can take much of the weight from Alucard's shoulders at times like these. They try - he's been the one to track Dorian II's location, and Sypha's been up to old habits as she gathers gossip from tourists to keep everyone up to date on the human side of things. But they can't do what he can. He can count the number of vampires willing to deal with them as Alucard's subordinates (many are willing to speak to Sypha herself, but they balk at taking instruction from her or involving her in anything important. Maybe three are willing to speak to him at all, and one of them is Damien and another is a younger vampire who just really thinks it would be a good idea to win glory by fighting a Belmont. He's starting to wonder if he was this annoying when he first showed up.) on one hand, and none of them are involved in this. His information on Dorian II's location doesn't mean anything from him, and has to be communicated through Alucard. Sypha's information of the effectiveness of the coverup will be similarly ignored from her own lips.

They can't take the weight from his shoulders, because the two of them are only human and even Belmonts and witches mean nothing in the world Alucard has to lead.

He sits in one of the chairs in front of the desk, and he doesn't reach across it for Alucard's hands. ]

Once. [ He begins. Dracula kept impeccable records of any crimes that required his intervention. Alucard doesn't read those, these days, the priest's name is the last entry in Dracula's hand, deceptively steady handwriting that tears through the next eight pages in some places. Trevor is more than happy to go through them and keep them updated in his place. It's one of the few things he can do. ] I've checked. One occasion in the last century that this kind of thing wasn't punished with death, and those circumstances were far different.