Integra: That’s enough, Alexandra Anderson!
You may offer advice and opinions, but you may not start slinging underhanded blows like that. And you will accept my finaly judgment. I am your leader, after all.
Alex: Appointed by a vampire’s familiar.
Integra: In a decision that you endorsed at the time.
Integra: Perhaps you are the one who should be worrying that her fears are irrational.
Alucard: Tell yourself whatever you like, Master, but–
Integra: I said, yes. This. Turns. Me. On.
Alex: Integra, how can you trust what that staff tells you? It was given to you by a vampire, after all.
Integra: It doesn’t “tell” me things. I just know them. The way you knew what to say to use your bayonets when you first transformed. I’ve already wondered if it’s a trick. But it can’t be.
Alex: Or you don’t want it to be. Wishful thinking. I know you’d be upset if he was really gone.
Even before you found out that he’s your servant, you were attached to him…and I’m beginning to think Kim’s gossip and speculation was right all along.
Alucard: Why, Master, I’m touched. One would almost think you care. But there’s no need to worry.
I’ll slaughter them all and bring back the corpses to lay at your feet. I’m a monster. It’s what I do.
How does that make you feel, Master? Does it turn you on?
Integra: …He’s not dead.
Pip: Uh, Integra…he kinda melted into the Tower of London in a puddle of blood, remember?
Integra: I do. But the fact remains. He’s no more alive than he was — but he’s no deader, either. Let me show you something.
Remember: “This is the weapon of the Master of Monster.” I am the Master. With this, I can feel some things about the Monster. He’s been hurt. He isn’t ready to re-form. But he’s still in the Tower. Still not gone.
Integra: Once you get there, though, be careful. If it is those two…
They’re more competent than the Valentine Brothers…more malicious than that chordewa…more focused than the baobhan sith…and smarter than the succubus. They leave our entire rogues’ gallery in the dust.
Integra: In any case, you see why I can’t go to school. Can you imagine Mr. Fargason’s face on seeing that I gained 20 centimeters overnight?
Walter hasn’t seen me yet. He won’t pry if I tell him not to, but I’d rather not do that to him.
…What? Oh…you thought I was holed up in here pining for the masked vampire, didn’t you.
Pip: ‘Course not.
Kim: whatever gave you that idea?
Integra: You did. Well, I wasn’t. Besides…
Inside Alucard’s nifty little closed space…
Integra: I’m afraid Penwood may be corrupt. He’s not a strong man.
Alucard: And yet, you’re willing to use a plane provided by his department?
Integra: In this case, sabotage won’t make a difference.
The Incredibly Awesome Plane is just that fast. If a trap kicks in, or if you get shot down, you’ll still land on the target. Even if you have to crash into it.
Alex: …Well, this is surreal.
Integra: I’d say so.
Walter: The Incredibly Awesome Plane. A modified American SR-71 spy plane. The inside has been completely redesigned, for the purpose of rewriting speed records.
While they make a few last-minute adjustments, give us a bit of privacy.
Alucard: Yes, Master. Releasing control art restriction system to level five.