She laughs again, in that way where it's not true laughter because she never learned how - her childhood had no games and all the stories were frightening and real - but it's breathless and lacking in any other description.

"I don't."

Integra lacks the ability to command the forces of darkness to make her voice heard in the dark, and though it's swallowed up by the night air as they run, she doesn't even imagine he can't hear her. Her mortal horse is more stubborn than scared, charging on and on, as if proving itself. It's a good animal. Maybe she'll even name the damn thing.

They're coming up on the neighboring village in the Sangwine district, now. If Alucard wants to haunt the territory, now's the time.