[For the second time in as many minutes, an unexpected decision of Alucard's renders his father surprised and still. There are so many accusations that could come so easily, most born of baseless fury and spite — Dracula's rejection of the human race so absolute, save for his wife, that even the human half of his son fails to warrant an exception. And in that way, perhaps, Lisa's earlier assessment of him shines through: that in many things, Vlad Dracula Ţepeş truly is limited in his ways, at a loss for a wider breadth of responses than the few he's grown jealously accustomed to.
Shameful or not, sometimes it's all too easy to shove even his own son away. Too much of a human, not enough of a vampire. Too sympathetic to a perspective that Dracula so often categorically rejects. Lisa is always his conduit for relating to the world of men; Alucard should be the same way, in theory, but in practice all too often that connection goes overlooked in Vlad's eyes.
But where Vlad creates that chasm, Alucard now bridges it. And for an instant, even amidst his roiling fury, Dracula proves able see the best of Lisa in Alucard, and not just the worst of humanity.
You care for them. Like she does.
The observation is quiet. His voice has taken on a very different tone than the snapping anger it'd held before.
They would slaughter you, too. Yet you see something worthwhile in them.]
a belmont walks in, takes one look, and immediately walks back out again like "nope"
Shameful or not, sometimes it's all too easy to shove even his own son away. Too much of a human, not enough of a vampire. Too sympathetic to a perspective that Dracula so often categorically rejects. Lisa is always his conduit for relating to the world of men; Alucard should be the same way, in theory, but in practice all too often that connection goes overlooked in Vlad's eyes.
But where Vlad creates that chasm, Alucard now bridges it. And for an instant, even amidst his roiling fury, Dracula proves able see the best of Lisa in Alucard, and not just the worst of humanity.
You care for them. Like she does.
The observation is quiet. His voice has taken on a very different tone than the snapping anger it'd held before.
They would slaughter you, too. Yet you see something worthwhile in them.]