[What's probably becoming quickly apparent, as the conversation unfolds, is the fact that Lisa's absence from the room almost certainly isn't the product of coincidence. Whatever discussion she and Vlad might've had in the hour preceding this one, it seems to have included the stipulation that he have the chance to speak to their son individually before they all come together again, and however apprehensive Lisa might've been about what discussion might take place during that father and son conversation, she evidently hadn't been able to prevent it.
But perhaps that's not such a bad thing, in her estimation. A hard thing, certainly, but perhaps she'd suspected that there would be a particular catharsis in it for Alucard — the space for all the things he can't bear to confess in front of his mother to come out.
They put their hands on your mother, Vlad says in a quiet voice that sounds like steel, and there's something very particular in the way he pronounces the phrase "your mother". It's not a term used interchangeably with her given name. It's specific and pointed and possessive, with all the implicit emphasis on yours.
Vlad's lip curls back beneath his mustache, and his fingers tighten again on the chair back. They touched her and you let them live. No, you act as though they pose a threat to you. Those insects!
His eyes are flashing now, sharp and red. What possible interest could you have in answering vermin like that with such a feeble response? You could have carved fire and blood into that town and emerged with the both of you unscathed.]
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But perhaps that's not such a bad thing, in her estimation. A hard thing, certainly, but perhaps she'd suspected that there would be a particular catharsis in it for Alucard — the space for all the things he can't bear to confess in front of his mother to come out.
They put their hands on your mother, Vlad says in a quiet voice that sounds like steel, and there's something very particular in the way he pronounces the phrase "your mother". It's not a term used interchangeably with her given name. It's specific and pointed and possessive, with all the implicit emphasis on yours.
Vlad's lip curls back beneath his mustache, and his fingers tighten again on the chair back. They touched her and you let them live. No, you act as though they pose a threat to you. Those insects!
His eyes are flashing now, sharp and red. What possible interest could you have in answering vermin like that with such a feeble response? You could have carved fire and blood into that town and emerged with the both of you unscathed.]