[Hector wishes, desperately and foolishly, that he could know what Dracula had told his son about him. It's hard to put into words what he feels...felt...toward the lord of the vampires.

Hector's eyes fix on Cesar, anger subsiding as he remembers that meeting.] Lord Dracula sought me out in his travels. I was living in seclusion, welcomed by no one, and he spent days on the road to nowhere to find me. He was the onl...the first person to look upon my creations and not flinch away or scream for a mob to burn me. He called me a craftsman.

[Hector has basked in the praise, pushing himself even harder in hopes of impressing him further.]

'Friendship'...I don't know if that's the right word for it. We weren't equals. He thought he and his lady could change the world for the better, help people be less afraid of what they can't understand. I would have done anything he asked.

[And in the end, he did, unquestioning, for far longer than he should have.]