[ alucard's relationship with integra is complicated. he loves her, in his own way, but it's not a romantic love. it's a love that's difficult to place and quantify. he's obsessed with her with ever fiber of his being, and he respects her above all else. she's an ideal that no one else can even aspire to, to him. powerful, steadfast, but not unkind.

he'd be happy, if the people he enjoyed the company of all knew her. even if it means knowing he's shackled, he doesn't care about that. not like he once did.

he considers trevor's statement a moment before nodding. ]

I'm sure there's space on the grounds.

[ back home. he's not going to sully her by putting one in this place. better that hellsing have a memorial to the woman that helped destroy dracula. ]

There was a novel, written about us. [ thoughtful. ] The end of it isn't accurate, but most of it is.