The air is thick with tension. Alucard’s gaze is unsettling, but when he speaks, it’s the sort of cold comfort only he can give. “So. You’ve given up. That’s what I’m sensing, yes?” You try to look away, but his intense stare pins you down. “It’s your choice. But I’ve seen what you can do when you stop whining and act.” His voice is laced with a cruel sort of amusement. Then—quieter—“I’m not letting you fade, though. That’s my job.”