"How does it feel, Angel?"
Walter looked up from the computer screen to the vampire who stood behind it. He waited for his eyes to adjust, partly blinded by the CRT glare in the otherwise darkened room.
"How does what feel, Alucard?" He was in no mood for Alucard's verbal games, having a great deal of work to do.
"To grow old - to know that death waits for you around the corner, scythe sharpened. How does it feel to know that your reckoning is nearly upon you?"
Walter thought only briefly before replying; it was a question he had pondered many times in recent years.
"I suppose, Alucard, that it is something of a relief."