"And what's being done about it, exactly?" he asks, because he's still... him. He's still the man who walked into the building they were going to do the Unknowing in. He still went to the chilly north, into the unending darkness, to try and end an endless night. He is broken and he has had pieces of his humanity torn off of him and thrown to the winds but he always had more of that to spare than most would have assumed.

He still cares about all the unnamed souls who might drown in the sea of blood this man aims to make. Dracula.

Christ, that sounds ridiculous.