" By our very births Lucia and I stand diametrically opposed to Lex. His very reason for existence is to counteract our existence.
Yet ─ I feel as if he understands us differently than anyone else. I , of course , can't speak for my sister. However it seems they've bonded over the pressure of being the legacy of immense power.
He and I on the other hand. . . I would say we have bonded as well. Though I feel as if it's in a much more tragic sense. The Iscariot Organization has ripped him apart down to his soul , and forced the pieces into a new shape to try to replace Father Anderson. To try to build themselves a brand new titan. The fact he was only a boy when it began seemingly unimportant to most of them.
How it feels to be expected to become some looming close to unmoveable close to godly force. Though . . . the only person who has ripped me apart to try to achieve such is myself. What choice do I have? The Hellsing Organization needs its trump card , Lucia needs a right hand as strong as she is , and I owe it to Sir Integra to be strong enough to protect her too.
Alexander Maxwell and I are the unwilling titans of a war we never asked for , and I fear only one of us is going to survive the pressure. I fear everyone is going to have to watch as one of finally tears ourselves entirely to shreds , and the pieces are simply too tattered to be mended whole again. "
