[ All he has left is sentiment. Orders can stop anything else. Don't leave. Don't fight. Don't do harm to oneself. Don't plot against us. He can't be ordered not to feel. The forgetting stops the sentiment, but with Alucard here it's slower. Easier to reverse. ]

We would give more. So much more. [ He hopes he can still appreciate times like this when this is over. In an objective sense, the warm breeze, the sunlight, the birdsong and soft chimes as he lays against Alucard, one hand stroking his hair and keeping him safe and grounded - all of it is wonderful. If he can go home after all of this, he hopes it isn't ruined. ] It's- nice. To know that part of me is inside you.

[ A pause. ] ...I could phrase that better.

-you're perfect. The second most perfect thing there is. I want to be part of you in every way I possibly can be.