Dracula sat in silence, his face drawn into a deep scowl. "This is not up for discussion Alucard!!?**.," he said firmly, his voice low but commanding, eyes narrowing as he crossed his arms. " Alucard You won’t go, and that’s final."

For weeks now, Alucard had been insistent on his plan to travel across the country to heal the sick, and each time Alucard brought it up, Dracula’s response was the same. To him, it was reckless, dangerous, and utterly foolish. He would never allow it... alone, crossing lands filled with suspicion and ignorance—people would see Alucard's knowledge of science and label him a witch, eager to throw Alucard onto a bonfire for daring to challenge their fragile understanding of the world.

"Listen," he exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his face, the frustration evident in his every movement. "I admire your kindness and your compassion. Truly, I do. But this... this is madness." His voice softened as he took a step toward Alacard , gently lifting Alacard's chin so his eyes met his. The hard edge in his expression didn’t quite fade, but there was a flicker of tenderness. "Don’t you see? This is too dangerous. These people—they don’t understand the way you Alucard do. They fear what they cannot explain, and that fear turns them into monsters."

Dracula knew all too well how humans could turn on their own, how quickly they became cruel when faced with the unknown. His eyes darkened as he remembered countless times he’d witnessed such hatred firsthand. The last thing he wanted was for Alucard to face that, to be hunted down because He dared to help.

When he saw the sadness cloud Alucard's expression, his frown softened slightly. He hated to see Alucard like this, and though he remained firm in his stance, something in him gave way. "Don’t look at me like that," he muttered, his voice lowering, almost pained. "You’ll break my heart." He attempted to lift the weight of the moment, but the concern in his eyes told Alucard that he wouldn’t change his mind.