[This isn't like last time. This isn't catharsis, the wonderful unburdening that letting someone know, while talking quietly over a meal in the Horizon. This is the waking world, with the only person Alucard's known to actually stick around (pun so not intended.) Sypha and Trevor came and went. Sumi and Taka meant harm. God, he and Geralt got into a I'm Not Speaking With You phase because their traumas surfaced at exactly the same time.

It isn't something that he wants to test. But here and now, there's no other option but the truth. So the truth it will have to be, even as all of Alucard wants to turn into bats and flee into the desert sands.]

I'd thank you to keep this between us. Only one other person is even aware.

[Not Geralt, not Hector good god, no one.]

The context hardly matters. They were houseguests that feigned romantic interest in me, and then restrained me during an intimate act and tried to take my life. [They's soft words, but the notes in Alucard's voice suggest that he's trying to drain the emotion of it. That this is just a sad fact and nothing more, not raw trauma he's been shoving back down into his mind so he can remotely function.] Self defense, and then...trying to prevent house guests.