Plan B is 'we both fucking die', so I just make sure I don't fuck up Plan A.

[ The thoughts that are coming through are just as neutral in tone, but grimmer. There's at least a hint of 'and we'd both fucking deserve it for letting this happen'. ]

I can't use your magic, so we ought to test that next. I'm not going to move you at all, but I'm going to take control away from you. See if you can still control the sword.

[ And Alucard's body falls limp, only doing enough to remain standing. ]