Good afternoon, Integra.
If you say so.
It's a beautiful day outside.
I'd have to take your word on that.
Yes, well…I've been very happy with your progress of late. You delusions seem to have eased some. I've been considering upgrading your condition.
(Silence)
Aren't you interested in what that means, Integra?
Oh, all right…"please tell me what that means, Doctor."
It means that you'd be upgraded from "highly dangerous to self and others" to moderately dangerous to self and others".
Isn't that a downgrade as opposed to an upgrade?
Not if you look at it positively.
Hmm.
You seem very subdued, Integra.
I'm sorry…the room keeps spinning.
That would be a side effect of your latest medication.
What's next? Shock therapy?
We've already tried that.
You did? When?
Several weeks after you first joined us.
Oh.
Memory loss is a common side effect of shock therapy.
It is?
Yes.
(Silence)
Do you like your new clothes?
Clothes?
The blouse. The skirt.
Oh. Yes. They're…very nice.
The colour suits you. It sets off your skin wonderfully. Who gave you that skin, Integra? Your mother or your father?
My mother. She died when I was very young.
An Indian? A Hindu?
Yes.
And you a devout Christian.
Yes.
You believed you were a member of something called, "the Royal Order of Protestant Knights" when you first came here.
I…still am.
Integra. It isn't true. Do you understand? There is no Hellsing Organisation. There are no Knights. There is no Alucard. Do you understand?
Understand?
Yes. Understand. Understand that your brain is sick. But it's not your fault. I'm trying to make you feel better, Integra. I'm going to cure you. I'm going to make you a normal woman. Wouldn't you like that?
Doctor?
Yes, Integra?
Remove your hand from my body before I remove it from yours.