I'm not going anywhere. No, he supposes not. He had been the one to leave, after all. Hadn't he. Leave with his hands and feet hobbled together, one of his shoulders at a painful angle. Never to return to Arnesian shores again. At least, that's what he had supposed at the time. Until he'd found his way amongst the pirates. Until the privateers had brought him back. Had captured him. Tortured him.

He had had an audience with the king and queen then. Did Rhy know that? An audience at their behest, to order him onto a ship of their own making and send him back out to sea.

A part of him wonders whether they had kept it from him to spare him the pain. Or whether Rhy had abandoned him even then.

"Rhy..." It's about all he can get out before it becomes just a little too difficult to continue sitting upright and Alucard's head connects to the table with a sudden thumping crack.