One in progress. [Alucard will admit that much and easily. He's miles better than he was a year ago, reeling from Sypha's sudden reappearance and the myriad of awful memories that it brought up. The guilt, shame, embarrassment, anger.]

And one with no traces of home, no shadow of being a patricide or the son of Europe's most powerful and terrifying vampire. Although sometimes a long nap is still tempting.

[The urge is still there, at the end. But he has more to focus on now, more ties to the world. He can't just fuck off to the desert and stay there.]