[Obliging the request, Walter scoots over to make a little more room for Seras on the bed. He's a little too pained and a little too bewildered to think entirely straight, so the questions for now remain simple-- predictable, even.]

I don't suppose you know why the idiots yanked me away from the middle of a fight.

[Because, really, if they could pick people up from different points in time, why not five minutes or an hour later? Or, say, after the world war was over, since the Allies apparently won given that it had taken so long for the Letztes Bataillon to show up again. Well, that and the fact that Seras was clearly speaking in English and Hellsing still existed. Those were pretty damn strong hints, too.]

And what's all this about them needing us to fight a war for them?