[He would've so easily poked a bit of fun at Alucard for saying so, but now he understands it. That feeling, like slipping off a ledge, like falling. Grasping for something to hang onto, even if the pursuit is as small as fixing up a cemetery no one visits.

(It would be nice if the people of Cadens would now.)

Ugh. This level of empathy with the dhamphir's plight is not exactly what he ordered, but it's here to stay either way.] Ah, that's a point. I should probably be putting a bit more thought into how this affects, er. Nature.

[Considering he was never meant to have this sort of power. If he was, would the chaos not have found its way to him long ago? As much as he prefers forests to sticky, burning sand, it could disrupt all those strange dune birds. And the lizards. Last time he went out there, he found some rather cute lizards.

He draws his boot across the grass, a swirl that lays flattened before the grass rights itself again.]

Collaborative... [Certainly. He can't spend the rest of his time alone. For one, it's horribly depressing. For two, he's wasting his talents. There's... so much more he could be doing. For this place. For Cadens. If he cannot help the elves any longer, then surely there's others?] While I have enjoyed getting my hands dirty, I would prefer something less. Solitary. And less quiet.