"No," Alucard said quietly. "She fears what you represent. A lineage of spite. A family that would rather burn the world down than let the night win. That is a terrible, beautiful thing."
He didn't turn. He knew the voice. It was the whisper of steel on leather, the scent of old libraries and older blood. Castlevania- Nocturne
"Try not to die before I do," Alucard said. "No," Alucard said quietly
"She's here," Alucard said, not a question. " Alucard said. "She's here
Beside him, Alucard raised his sword. The last son of Dracula and the last heir of Belmont stood shoulder to shoulder on a dying wharf, facing an eclipse made flesh.
The rain over the Boston wharf was a lie.