A thousand times over, on my mother's grave, whatever you demanded.

[There's a part he doesn't say. If not in flesh, then in spirit. He thinks of Orpheus, and knows if Sypha went down that road she would be so much smarter than such a melancholy Greek.]

I'd walk into a church, hold silver over my heart until that scarred just...

[He tries standing. It requires that Alucard keep both hands on his desk, as there is such a tremor in him.]

Let me get on my feet first.