People always call us birds. Because we sing, and we travel in groups, and never stay long in one place. Well, except me.

[She closes her eyes, trying to imagine it. The faces of her family, wrapped up in snow-white robes instead of the blue that had taken Alucard a whole day to painstakingly match when he'd replaced hers, early on. How dirty they must've gotten, snow-white and showing every stain. The proof of their devotion to their cause, draped over their bodies.]

Why does it make you sad?