[Hector tries to think of a moment he can hold up as evidence for Alucard. He has looked for it desperately each time he boarded Dracula's flagship or met with him at one of his island bases. Hector has the hunger for approval that so many orphans suffer from, and he searched for scraps of approval like a starving man.
None of that curiosity or passion for the supernatural arts, none of the refined grace or the assurance of a better future is there within Dracula anymore. Alucard claimed him a dead man, and Hector can't refute it.]
...
...you think he is truly gone beyond all recall?
[Hector is a necromancer, and he can bring back a semblance of life to the dead. But he can't bring back the vibrancy, the personality, of the human corpses who serve him, not the way he can with a newly dead animal. If Dracula is like that, like one of his undead shell of a crewman...
...then everything Hector has staked his life on is a lie, and he has nothing. He considered escape before, but only in the vaguest sense before putting the thought aside. He doesn't even know if he could leave if he wanted to. Dracula cared for little now but for vengeance, and the defection of a captain would bring down his wrath.
The color is gone from Hector's face, the harsh truths Alucard has forced him to face shaking him to the core.]
No, I need to...
[He makes for the door. He needs to think, to reason with himself without some dhampir whispering in his ear. Who knows what thrall he might be under right now?]
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None of that curiosity or passion for the supernatural arts, none of the refined grace or the assurance of a better future is there within Dracula anymore. Alucard claimed him a dead man, and Hector can't refute it.]
...
...you think he is truly gone beyond all recall?
[Hector is a necromancer, and he can bring back a semblance of life to the dead. But he can't bring back the vibrancy, the personality, of the human corpses who serve him, not the way he can with a newly dead animal. If Dracula is like that, like one of his undead shell of a crewman...
...then everything Hector has staked his life on is a lie, and he has nothing. He considered escape before, but only in the vaguest sense before putting the thought aside. He doesn't even know if he could leave if he wanted to. Dracula cared for little now but for vengeance, and the defection of a captain would bring down his wrath.
The color is gone from Hector's face, the harsh truths Alucard has forced him to face shaking him to the core.]
No, I need to...
[He makes for the door. He needs to think, to reason with himself without some dhampir whispering in his ear. Who knows what thrall he might be under right now?]