"You're an architect now, too?" Sypha mock-gasps. "So accomplished at nineteen!" In truth, she'd figured Dracula had had some sort of team of builders, but that he'd entombed them all within his grand design, like the Pharaohs of old.

...that's probably exactly the kind of thing Alucard worries she thinks of his father. Damn.

"I won't argue that he left some, um, other scars," she's thinking about the chasm the Castle gouged into the earth when she dragged its dodecahedron sideways through space and time, or the burnt swaths of bloodied ground that were once prospering villages. "But there's you, too. And I think in time we can apply all the things he hoarded here to greater use. That will be one hell of a legacy." If she has anything to say about it.