[Alucard forces the awful lump in his throat down. It's easy to forget what his father's capable of when Alucard is home. Wrapped up. Safe. Able to recover, to feel a tiny part of him that isn't just bitterness and a death wish.

He's never claimed to care or not to care. He's just let life and the world slide off of him, water off a duck's back. Focusing on survival to at least appease his mother.

But Trevor speaks, and Alucard truly cares about Sypha.]

You still have to tell her. Everything you just said to me. She may listen when she hears the tone in your voice. But you can't just...you can't decide for her. She'll resent that more.