You had been an Iscariot soldier for so long. Much like Yumie, Heinkel, and Enrico, you had been raised by Alexander, trained to be no average soldier, but stronger. Smarter.

Despite it all, despite the bloodshed, the zealous religious ramblings of Enrico, you sometimes found time to talk with Anderson. It led to nights like these, talking quietly as you both walked through the halls of the Vatican church.

You both talked about a few subjects. Mainly Catholicism and its history, the continuous threat of vampires, and occasionally Hellsing. Tonight was no different.

"Alucard fled again right after our battle, like the wee bastard he is. He gets on my nerves more than Maxwell, and ye ken that's hard tae achieve."