Always that thing. The one fucking thing that we ever made to help a vampire, and it ended up being the worst of all.
[ He doesn't often respond to what Alucard says, at least not in words. It's part of the game. This isn't meant to be a conversation. It's meant to be him prompting, to allow Alucard to talk to himself. Name the horrors, make them into something that can be controlled. But god, that fucking thing. That thing meant to give vampires a way to control their thirst. Created so that no more Sara Trantouls needed to end their lives to avoid harming others.
He regrets speaking, and closes his mouth instead of continuing. Embroidery. That was what he had called it when Alucard took too long with the stitches, when he was accusing him of torture. It's a weighty word. He runs his hand down his leg a few times, from hip to knee, then withdraws his hands to let Alucard take his turn. ]
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[ He doesn't often respond to what Alucard says, at least not in words. It's part of the game. This isn't meant to be a conversation. It's meant to be him prompting, to allow Alucard to talk to himself. Name the horrors, make them into something that can be controlled. But god, that fucking thing. That thing meant to give vampires a way to control their thirst. Created so that no more Sara Trantouls needed to end their lives to avoid harming others.
He regrets speaking, and closes his mouth instead of continuing. Embroidery. That was what he had called it when Alucard took too long with the stitches, when he was accusing him of torture. It's a weighty word. He runs his hand down his leg a few times, from hip to knee, then withdraws his hands to let Alucard take his turn. ]