A lovely sentiment, even though Sypha knows it to be a lie. She's seen the way his eyebrow twitches when she leaves her robes on the floor for more than a single day. Although, fine, she can acknowledge the difference between a had habit and something inflicted on her by someone Alucard cared for deeply.

"You don't treat them the same as those pieces," she points out, not unkindly. Her fingers wind through his hair, where it fans out over the pillow like skeins of cornsilk. Sypha's known plenty of women who'd commit murder for hair like his. "I just...I worry that we let you hold that legacy too close. Staying here in the castle. Studying his works. The knowledge kept here is invaluable, but I don't want it if it causes you pain."