"That is my fear," he says lowly. "It begs the question what do we owe to the living population now, if anything? And what do we owe to our dead who suffered for the past war?"

The question is one he and Trevor have argued about. Alucard knew the weights of his family's legacy, in making sure his mother's name was known for her science and medicine, not for being a burnt witch. His father's was...well, it was manifest now through Krimnos' Tinkertown, with the technology there being things his father dreamed of. But beyond that, they didn't owe anyone anything, or at least that was the conclusion they had reached. The most they may owe is to protect the third of their trio, should she too arise.