In which Seras ditches the tiny nurse uniform for something more concealing. (Much to her honey’s dismay.)
Seras: Hold him still, honey. Stephen…it’s about the vampire who turned you. Your sire.
We have him on record as killed by an Iscariot. Do you know if that’s true?
Stephen: Did you miss that part of my memory? I’m the one who took him out.
Seras: You killed your own sire? No wonder you’re so…
Pip: Angry and paranoid?
Stephen: Hey! I was angry and paranoid long before I became a vampire.
Seras: You’ve gone all these years without a decent sire figure to look up to! How would you like to be taken under my wing?