Heinkel: Whatever it is, will it put Timothy in extra danger during the battle?
Timothy: Hey! She saved my life last time!
Heinkel: Doesn’t mean she’s on the side of the angels. It could be nothing more than that she felt like a swordfight that day.
Anderson: Wait. “She”? Your report said Timothy was possessed by the spirit of a prince.
Heinkel: Remember the gender issues we mentioned…?
Anderson: Ah, right. Carry on.
Timothy: …Was that it?
Anderson: You seem to have some kind of unusual spiritual resonance. But I can’t tell if it’s a result of the possession, or if it’s the quality that allowed you to be possessed in the first place.
Anderson: A dash of holy water and a key passage from the Rite of Exorcism should do the trick…Heinkel, can you provide the ritual responses?
Heinkel: Are you kidding? I could do an exorcism in my sleep.
Anderson: Good. Ecce crucem dómini fúgite, partes advérsae.
Heinkel: Vicit leo de tribu juda, radix David.
Anderson: Dómine exaudi oratiónem meam.
Heinkel: Et clamor meus ad te véniat.
Anderson: Dóminis vobíscum.
Heinkel: Et cum spírito tuo.
Heinkel: To be honest, I think this is worth checking. I’m so used to internal gender issues that I didn’t even think about the external possibilities.
Anderson: The bayonet wouldn’t be used on you. It’s just to stab any unclean spirits who try to sneak out unnoticed.
Timothy: …You can test me for possession, on one condition: No stabbing anybody!
Anderson: All right, all right.
From a class project: when Seras ate Pip, in flipbook form.
Anderson: …am I missing something here?
Timothy: Oh! Sorry, Father Anderson.
I’m either confused about my gender or suffering a very unusual lingering effect of spiritual possession.
You know, we can do a test on the possession part.
Timothy: Th-that’s okay, really!
Timothy: Heinkel…you think I’ll stop looking up to you because of that?
I respect your experiences. I want to learn from them. I want to learn from you. If you never did anything you regretted, how would you know what to advise me? I can’t think of anyone I would rather have as a mentor than you.
Heinkel: You’re all right, kid.
Timothy: You’re not bad yourself, boss.
Heinkel: There’s something else you should know: I volunteered. The very first round of experiments, and I offered myself up to be a guinea pig…
…because I hoped it would “fix” me. I wanted these powers to make my body grow into whatever shape it was supposed to have. Not because I felt uncomfortable in it, either. Only because the rest of the world told me that I needed to be “normal”.
That’s who I am, Timothy: so caught up in the opinions of others that I risked my health and life to appease them. Is that really the kind of person you want as a role model?
Timothy: Hang on. How come you said “one of them“? Aren’t you…?
Anderson: Easy with the questions, son.
Heinkel: No, it’s okay.
I was part of the first generation of regenerators. A prototype. An imperfect trial run.
NOTE: This storyline is about to take a dip in Potentially Distressing Body Issues territory. Hold your breath or just skip to Friday’s strip, as you prefer.
Anderson: Best to put the humans out of your mind and focus. Me, I’m on this mission for one reason and only that reason:
To kill Alucard.
Heinkel: Careful of the kid, Father Anderson. Some of them don’t regenerate.