Regret Nothing
To Officer Celes Victoria, my Childe and Heir...
Well, policegirl, this day has been long in coming, has it not?
You are undoubtedly shaken and confused by the events that have recently transpired, so I shall make some attempt to explain what I am sure you witnessed with horror. You may well still be all too human to understand, but I can no longer help you in that regard.
You are not a fool, policegirl, not in the common sense, at any rate. And your ability with deductive reasoning I have witnessed in the past, so I need not draw out all the long and tedious connections linking Sir Integra and myself. Suffice it to say her family and I have a quarrel of long-standing. All else can be succinctly explained by penny-dreadful novels and nickelodeons gone mad.
And yet to me, Integra was more than the logical result of her family's breeding and station. From the first taste of her blood, some bond was forged between us that to this day I cannot fully explain. Perhaps it was the flavor of my enemy's line on my lips, freeing me from my torpor. Perhaps it was the look in her eyes when she ended her uncle's plot for good.
From that day, Integra was as much my creature as I was hers, much as she tried to deny it with her condescension and her ridiculous cigars. I know she hates me now, for all the good it will do her. But it is not such a far thing from hate to love, as I have had occasion to learn.
Do not concern yourself with training or teaching her. The Hellsing line has put its time on this Earth to good use, studying those creatures I believe it secretly envied. All Sir Integra needs to know about being a vampire, she has learned long ago.
Be loyal to her, Celes Victoria, as I could not. Be loyal, but be the Master I made you to be. Lead, policegirl, do not follow. Remember, you are a No-Life King, not a peasant.
I find, as I draw near the end of this missive, that I should offer you my thanks. In our first encounter with the Paladin Alexander, you refused to take my blood and gain your freedom. I did not say anything at the time, but your willingness to remain my pupil touched me.
Good-bye, policegirl. Time is catching up to me.
Hope you enjoyed the show.
A-
P.S. I know you are wondering. No. I regret nothing.
To Officer Celes Victoria, my Childe and Heir...
Well, policegirl, this day has been long in coming, has it not?
You are undoubtedly shaken and confused by the events that have recently transpired, so I shall make some attempt to explain what I am sure you witnessed with horror. You may well still be all too human to understand, but I can no longer help you in that regard.
You are not a fool, policegirl, not in the common sense, at any rate. And your ability with deductive reasoning I have witnessed in the past, so I need not draw out all the long and tedious connections linking Sir Integra and myself. Suffice it to say her family and I have a quarrel of long-standing. All else can be succinctly explained by penny-dreadful novels and nickelodeons gone mad.
And yet to me, Integra was more than the logical result of her family's breeding and station. From the first taste of her blood, some bond was forged between us that to this day I cannot fully explain. Perhaps it was the flavor of my enemy's line on my lips, freeing me from my torpor. Perhaps it was the look in her eyes when she ended her uncle's plot for good.
From that day, Integra was as much my creature as I was hers, much as she tried to deny it with her condescension and her ridiculous cigars. I know she hates me now, for all the good it will do her. But it is not such a far thing from hate to love, as I have had occasion to learn.
Do not concern yourself with training or teaching her. The Hellsing line has put its time on this Earth to good use, studying those creatures I believe it secretly envied. All Sir Integra needs to know about being a vampire, she has learned long ago.
Be loyal to her, Celes Victoria, as I could not. Be loyal, but be the Master I made you to be. Lead, policegirl, do not follow. Remember, you are a No-Life King, not a peasant.
I find, as I draw near the end of this missive, that I should offer you my thanks. In our first encounter with the Paladin Alexander, you refused to take my blood and gain your freedom. I did not say anything at the time, but your willingness to remain my pupil touched me.
Good-bye, policegirl. Time is catching up to me.
Hope you enjoyed the show.
A-
P.S. I know you are wondering. No. I regret nothing.