Disclaimer: Do not own, am not associated with Hellsing or Kohta Hirano (though if I could, I'd answer that constant plea for assistants in a heartbeat)
I love the daytime.
Night has its charms, certainly. However, there are certain experiences that only the light of day can provide.
I lean over the open coffin, stand and watch him at his most vulnerable. In repose his face softens, and he looks almost innocent. I wonder if dreams come to him in that cold, motionless sleep.
Was he always like this? And then I realize, the answer is no. He was not always a No-Life King.
It is so easy to forget that Seras isn't human anymore - why is it so hard to remember that he once was?