[ alucard does feel bad, for baskerville especially: it's clear he loves them both and doesn't understand what's going on between them, so he's left confused and unsure of everything.

alucard sighs, scratching him between the ears, and listens to what anderson has to say.

somehow, it's not what he expected. his hand stills and he tenses, visibly so--he's not any angrier, he's just. briefly in a state of shock. ]

No one's apologized to me in nearly a century and a half.

[ he says it quietly, half to himself, brow furrowed, but then--snaps out of it and waves a hand, frowning. ]

I know it wasn't technically your fault. You don't--have to. I just. I'm going to kill them, when we find them. You know that, don't you? I don't care who it is. I'm going to eat them. Or put them on display. I haven't decided yet.

[ the people that put the trackers in, he means. that's easier to focus on. ]