Castlevania, Season 2

Hector:
(sigh) You can spend so long in the castle that you forget how the sun feels. Don't you think?

Isaac:
I like the castle. The stone stays cool, no matter where we are.

Hector:
You like the cold?

Isaac:
When I'm cold, I can eat meat or throw a cloak on. I spent my life in hot places. You can't escape heat. Keep walking. Vampires have sharp ears, and you said we needed to talk.

Hector:
You're concerned about the vampires hearing us?

Isaac:
I'm not a fool, Hector. If you weren't concerned, you wouldn't want the conversation out in the daylight.

Hector:
I just didn't want to be interrupted by argument.

Isaac:
They are good at arguing.

Hector:
I used to liken them to wolves or bats. A strong sense of community, acting as one. But lately... I see the vampires as cats. Swiping, hunting or ignoring each other.

Isaac:
You think of vampires as animals?

Hector:
In a way. They are pure creatures. They have grace. Animals don't act with malice.

Isaac:
Cats play with their food all the time.

Hector:
True. But it's not malicious. There's joy in it.

Isaac:
Not for the food.

[Hector and Isaac move further from the castle and into a nearby forest.]:

Isaac:
So?

Hector:
The cats need herding, Isaac.

Isaac:
That's a good way to get your eyes clawed out, Hector.

Hector:
I mean it. Dracula gave us the task of creating a war plan. But between his generals, their fighting, and his own attitude...

Isaac:
And what attitude is that?

Hector:
He doesn't care.

Isaac:
He cares very much. He wants all of the humans to die. He's quite clear on that.

Hector:
That hasn't escaped me. My point is that he doesn't care how. And we're failing him.

Isaac:
Oh, are we, now?

Hector:
Yes. We need to assert an order to the war. We're the agents of his rage, not paintings of it. We can't just thrash around.

Isaac:
What do you want, Hector?

Hector:
I want to present a united front. I want a plan. I want to move forward, get this over with in an orderly manner. I want you to agree to move on Braila. (sigh) I know that, strictly speaking, we're never been friends.

Isaac:
It seems counterproductive to cultivate human friends, when we're engaged in the product of ending the human race.

Hector:
But we are on the same side. [puts his hand on Isaac's shoulder.]

Isaac:
Is this where we kiss like Benedictine monks from different monasteries?

Hector:
I don't think I've heard you try to tell a joke before.

Isaac:
[removes Hector's hand, walks past him] You still haven't.

Hector:
All Dracula hears, is the noise in the War Hall. He needs us to be the clear voice over that noise; he needs us to speak in one voice.

Isaac:
He needs us to be loyal.

Hector:
How is it disloyal to provide the guidance he requested of us?

Isaac:
If it's serving you, and not him. There are people in the court who have their own plans. Their own agendas.

Hector:
I am loyal to him, and his intent. But he asked for a plan. And we need to give him one, unambiguously. We go to Braila, prevent a diaspora by boat, and then proceed along the coast from there. What do you say?

Isaac:
Well... It will please Carmilla, so I distrust it. But... it would stop her making mischief, for the moment. And, it would get the War Room pointed in the same direction. [chuckles darkly] I imagine it would even make Godbrand smile.

Hector:
Yeah, well... don't talk me out of it. [they both chuckle]