Integra could not, for the life of her, imagine what could possibly cause such guilt in this man that would make him, of all people, want to apologize to her. Had Seras told him what the future held? That was in no way his fault. In her eyes, her grandfather could do no wrong, despite the fact that she only knew him from a few scraps of paper and a few paintings.
The tone of his voice was enough to let her know that this was no joke, but in fact a very serious matter. Briefly, her eyes flickered down at his hand, now cupping her own, and without hesitation, she lightly squeezed his own. "Very well. It would seem we have much to discuss."
Walking along side him, Integra took in the details of the lovely home. It would take her a few days to get used to this -- all of this; but she was confident that within the week, she would learn not only the layout of the manor, but more about both her grandfather and Doctor Seward. She wanted to hear their story straight from the source, after all. She wanted to know more about their lives, the parts that didn't involve vampires and death. She wanted to know them.
All of that could wait, though. As they made their way into the parlor, she nodded in appreciation, taking a seat, posture straight and prim. Part of Integra wished that she'd had time to clean up a bit, it was a bit embarrassing to be speaking to such a respected man with splatters of blood on her clothing, little tears and rips here and there. She'd long ago removed her gloves, the once pristine white had been stained crimson, far beyond being able to be saved.
Despite the beauty of the room and the warmth of the fire, Integra's gaze remained only on her grandfather, listening intently to what he had to say. Ah, yes... she knew well of the responsibility. She'd learned it at a very young age, and as the years wore on, it had only piled up more and more.
"In my time, I have had the responsibility you speak of for the last ten years," she replied softly. Her tone held no accusations, no disdain. There was a bit of confusion left, perhaps, but that was it.
As a young girl, a year or so after her father had passed away, after her Uncle had attempted to murder her, after she'd met and released the monster that made nightmares into reality, she'd briefly wondered what it would have been like to be normal. To have a normal life, where her father and mother still walked amongst the land of the living; to be a family. She hadn't lingered on the thought, though. It would have done her no good, and the dream was dashed.
No, she had accepted her role and responsibility to the best of her abilities, thanks to Walter, and even Alucard.
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The tone of his voice was enough to let her know that this was no joke, but in fact a very serious matter. Briefly, her eyes flickered down at his hand, now cupping her own, and without hesitation, she lightly squeezed his own. "Very well. It would seem we have much to discuss."
Walking along side him, Integra took in the details of the lovely home. It would take her a few days to get used to this -- all of this; but she was confident that within the week, she would learn not only the layout of the manor, but more about both her grandfather and Doctor Seward. She wanted to hear their story straight from the source, after all. She wanted to know more about their lives, the parts that didn't involve vampires and death. She wanted to know them.
All of that could wait, though. As they made their way into the parlor, she nodded in appreciation, taking a seat, posture straight and prim. Part of Integra wished that she'd had time to clean up a bit, it was a bit embarrassing to be speaking to such a respected man with splatters of blood on her clothing, little tears and rips here and there. She'd long ago removed her gloves, the once pristine white had been stained crimson, far beyond being able to be saved.
Despite the beauty of the room and the warmth of the fire, Integra's gaze remained only on her grandfather, listening intently to what he had to say. Ah, yes... she knew well of the responsibility. She'd learned it at a very young age, and as the years wore on, it had only piled up more and more.
"In my time, I have had the responsibility you speak of for the last ten years," she replied softly. Her tone held no accusations, no disdain. There was a bit of confusion left, perhaps, but that was it.
As a young girl, a year or so after her father had passed away, after her Uncle had attempted to murder her, after she'd met and released the monster that made nightmares into reality, she'd briefly wondered what it would have been like to be normal. To have a normal life, where her father and mother still walked amongst the land of the living; to be a family. She hadn't lingered on the thought, though. It would have done her no good, and the dream was dashed.
No, she had accepted her role and responsibility to the best of her abilities, thanks to Walter, and even Alucard.