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Alucard’s smile was wry and a little sad. “People do seem to become set in their ways with time,” he agreed. “I think that it must become more difficult to handle change as one ages. My father was… much the same way.”
He frowned, realizing that perhaps comparing his father to Sypha’s grandfather wasn’t very tactful. “Perhaps not a wholly accurate comparison. I mean no offense. I only mean that it can be difficult to change a man’s mind when it has been set in place for so long. Your grandfather may think that books are fragile because they can be destroyed, or unreliable because near anyone can pen them.” He shrugged. “On the other hand, people are just as easily influenced or destroyed, on the whole. Do you think you will try to change your people’s ways?” @syphaswill
He’s right. It was not a wholly accurate comparison. She smiles anyway.
His comment isn’t something she should offense too. She likes to think she knows him well enough to understand his intentions. It doesn’t strike her as very ‘Alucard’ to throw his fathers name around as an insult, and so she tells herself she’s fine with it.
Well, as fine as she can be. There is a bit of a bristle on her end. His father is the face that appears only in nightmares. Even now, with the time that has passed since the three of them fought together, she will sometimes still find herself in a panic, stuck with an anxious bubble that rises up when she remembers everything that happened. Dracula’s face is synonymous with a staccato beat of her heart. He is not the face she thinks of when she thinks of difficult old men.
“I’m not sure if that’s a fight I am meant to pick. I’ll save that one for when I’m old and have nothing better to do but argue with hard headed men. Until then, I’ll work on changing more important things.”
