[Hector wants to protest that the Church was the cause of the war, but even though his cognitive dissonance runs deep, he can no longer excuse Dracula's madness. He frowns, but doesn't contest Adrian's assessment. He does snap his fingers for Cesar's attention, though the dog is loath to move out of belly-rub range.]

Isaac. Your father gathered both of us here. [It stings, hearing that for all the time Hector privately spent thinking on Dracula's wayward son, wondering how he measured up in his lord's eyes, Alucard had never even bothered to learn his or Isaac's names.]

In spite of what you think of our forging, we were trying to mitigate Lord Dracula's wrath. I thought a quick and decisive victory more merciful than a long drawn out campaign.

[As clumsy as Alucard is an interrogator, Hector is even more clumsy a keeper of secrets. He lowers his gaze.]

I thought he'd be satisfied when the perpetrators were punished. I didn't know realize until later than his goal was his own destruction.

[He doesn't owe Adrian an explanation, he tells himself. What's done is done.]

I'm leaving the country, going into hiding. I'm not saying where. Your associates can rest easy- I'll have to give up forging. It's the only way I've any hope of staying off her radar. [Hector spits out 'her' the way most Wallachian peasants hiss when they speak of Dracula. He fears Carmilla in a way he's never feared any other creature.]