No, I suppose you can't. A day or two at the most. Enough to get an outline of what to say. The right things in the right order.

[For all of Alucard's recent frustrations with Viktor, it is impossible not to appreciate the dedication to humanity and progress that is the bedrock of his work. The outrage here, it is correct. Appropriate. Deserved. And like hell anyone should not let Viktor make it clear this is unaccepable.

...There's a thought. Alucard breathes out, repeating the words left for all Summoned after their awful little adventure with that goddamn rock.]

We are you, and you are us. You are not theirs. I think that needs to tie into it.