[ He can't pull Alucard closer. He lets his weight pull him down instead, sinking to the ground, his vampire crumpled and hollow and broken in his lap. His arms are still around him, hands reaching up to rub his back, stroke at the ends of his hair, whatever they can manage to do. ]

She would know. And she would still love you.

[ He pulls back, just a little, enough to actually be able to look at Alucard's face for the first time since this began. ]

I'm a fucking Belmont. I know what monsters look like. You're not a monster, Adrian.