The building, yes. The rest...[Alucard trails off, the timing matching the moment that Ciri's fingers brush over him. There's a little bit of a lean from the dhampir into them, if only to acknowledge the gesture.]

During my time here, I haven't thought of either, or when I have those thoughts have been bitter and angry. By and large, they still are.

[The statement shouldn't be a surprise. He's been blunt about the question of his sphere before.]

But you are right that I am long lived. If I stay here or if I return, everyone around me will only have a normal lifespan. Except for Geralt.

[Alucard turns, eyes meeting Ciri's.]

You're staying, I assume.