[A single word, and deep, deep sorrow in it. Alucard has no joy in anything he is about to say, and in truth, every word Hector has uttered has done naught but pain him. His father's grief has swallowed him hole, and madness has worn everything else away.]
Going by everything you have said, he is still consumed by grief and is inclined to continue to sink into it, until the quicksand fully engulfs him and he finally ends himself in whatever stupid blaze of glory he thinks will show the world how wrong they were to murder my mother.
[His father may very well be irrecoverable. But Alucard had thought that far too early on in this disaster.]
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[A single word, and deep, deep sorrow in it. Alucard has no joy in anything he is about to say, and in truth, every word Hector has uttered has done naught but pain him. His father's grief has swallowed him hole, and madness has worn everything else away.]
Going by everything you have said, he is still consumed by grief and is inclined to continue to sink into it, until the quicksand fully engulfs him and he finally ends himself in whatever stupid blaze of glory he thinks will show the world how wrong they were to murder my mother.
[His father may very well be irrecoverable. But Alucard had thought that far too early on in this disaster.]