[The mix of reactions on Connor's face narrows down any doubts Alucard had about the possibility of Connor being alive. No mere machine would look at him this way. The sheer rawness of his reaction, the doubt and despair and joy. There is life in those eyes.

He hopes to one day prove it to Connor.]

Then I pray I would meet them, to inform them distinctly of what I think.

[The hand on Connor's face drifts down to gently hold his chin, his golden eyes watching brown and the way the android gives his little subtle smile. In return, Alucard smiles warmly.]

You are not to be thrown away or disposed of. And I believe your partner would agree with me on that sentiment.