“AHA!”

“So indeed therein lies a frequency of success in which it could be absolutely attainable in a matter of thought in the realm of possibility for an opportunity where it could be feasible and therefore might by chance be worthy of existence in which you care for Richter’s safety.”

“Hmm. I see. But even so, the gravitation toward Richter in terms of why YOU specifically are here implies that you come here with his concern. Hmm?”

“Richter, please. The immortal are speaking.”

“But that would mean that your career involves acting in the interest of the Belmonts. And therefore perhaps caring for the one that demands the most attention. It is okay to care for another entity, Alucard.”

“I mean, look at Pit and I. I care for him, but in terms of anything beyond my tender love he doesn’t stand a chance! He’s dumb as bricks, five feet tall at the most, and couldn’t keep a sentence going even if it was scripted for him. Poor thing.”

“Of course, Pit. Now don’t forget to sweep the palace floors by 12:15, which is in... 4 minutes!”

“But a savior you will always be, Pit.”

“That which we question, we understand!”

“Sooo, the shared burden would cause you to feel... Care for their most troubled one, Richter? Because he requires your help the most. So you can’t help but... Feel like he’s a reliable companion. Trustworthy.”

“Hmm... You dodge like a kangaroo. Honestly, what makes you so adverse to the concept of caring for a human? You’ve shown that you do, you just won’t put words to it. It’s reassuring that your kind can come to even love humans...”

“Perhaps not, but the proof is in the Belmont pudding. I won’t make you verbally admit it, but I’ve gotten the answer I wanted. You are an enigma, Alucard. I surely would hate to go against your assistance.”

“Beg pardon.”

“I don’t exactly find mortal men... Er... Appealing, anyways!”

“They don’t bathe.”

“Pit, be realistic with yourself.”

“He’s dead.”

your power arm begs to differ pit

a high launch rate is all you need when you SHOULD be poking with your arrows