"It can't be."

You once meant so much to him, more than any other person ever had. Your passing had taken what almost felt like forever to get over, and even when he did get over it? It still felt like a part of him was gone forevermore.

But now you stand before him, alive, well, and looking exactly like you did from the memory he paints of you centuries ago. "You died. I put you to rest," Alucard finds it hard to keep his voice as steady as it usually is.

"You died," He repeats it again.