This is your idea, forgive me if I thought you'd have an inkling of an idea on the topic. It isn't as if I'm putting my entire sense of self in your hands to control.

[Alucard's back to spitting and hissing anger. It's too easy to come by in this moment. He knows what it sounds like, knows who it sounds like, and they're back where they've started. His father's long fucking shadow and the two of them too scarred by loss to deal with things rationally.]