[ The bandage and dressing are just about useless by now, having grown saturated all too quickly. It’s the pressure that’s keeping the situation just about managable, but even with that-

This would usually be the point at which the conversation died, because sometimes even Sypha can’t do much for Alucard’s spirits when he gets like this. But the conversation is serving an important medical purpose right now, keeping him concious. Which means it has to continue. Which means it’s time to clumsily fuck around with Alucard’s feelings about his father while too lightheaded to think through his words. That’s probably fine. ]

This whole fucking thing is him succeeding. He wanted to fuck off and damn the consequences. And lo, he has fucked off and the consequences are damned all over the place.