My sister was almost turned. We used the wine. There's a technique for it- a book one of us took from Dracula's library. Tran- transfusing? Transfusion? I think. You put the wine- the blood in there. But it's- she wasn't excommunicated, back then. I can't put the blood of fucking Christ into me. And even then it was- we had a priest for last rites. We thought she was going to die.

[ He's talking too quickly, far from the usual slow and bored tone he adopts for everything. Alucard's grip is comforting, anchoring, and it's all that's keeping him sane. ]

Too late to cut the arm off, far too late. But- [ And he slows, very suddenly, going still. ]

-I can leave at shore. It'll throw them off. And- They'll find me, and they'll take me back to the Hold. There'll be something there. Something I can use.