Alucard sheathed his sword in one fluid motion and walked to the edge of the dock, standing beside Richter. For a long moment, they both stared into the black water.
Alucard turned his head. For the first time, the mask of cold aristocracy cracked. Beneath it was something raw. "I know. I have outlived every friend I ever made. I will likely outlive you, too. And I am so tired of attending funerals for people who taught me how to feel." Castlevania- Nocturne
Richter almost laughed. Almost. "You think dignity matters? She drank the blood of a Sekhmet. She controls the night sky. Maria's beasts can't scratch her. My magic is like throwing firecrackers into an ocean." He looked down at his own hands. The hands that had failed to save his mother. "I'm not the Belmont she fears." Alucard sheathed his sword in one fluid motion
"You could have helped us in Machecoul," Richter said, the accusation flat, devoid of heat. He was too tired for anger. For the first time, the mask of cold aristocracy cracked
He stood alone on the dock, the Morning Star coiled at his hip, heavy as a coiled serpent. Behind him, the city slept in terrified ignorance. A few candles flickered in windows. A dog barked somewhere in the dark. They didn't know that the sun was being unmade.
Alucard drew his sword, the runes flaring to life, casting his pale face in a ghastly glow. He looked less like a savior and more like a ghost who had forgotten he was dead.