The prospect of dodging and out-speeding Alucard was looking less and less likely as Mithias witnessed Drac's splitting dispatch. Mithias made no sudden moves. No moves in fact could have saved Drac in time, yet Mithias found his grief for the old father delayed. He looked back at Alucard with stoic eyes, weighing the odds of his own survival. His chances were exceedingly slim, yet dying didn't honestly sound all that bad. 

More and more, Mithias found himself asking not how he could fight Alucard, but whether or not he himself was capable of the power and mastery that Alucard had demonstrated. Then, it hit him, and  it all made sense. "Alucard!" Mithias looked at him with new sight. "You're me, aren't you? Hmm, but you surpass me greatly in motivation. What happened??"