[ That headache is back again. The one that he usually associates with his eye. It's hard to say if it's from the broken compulsion or the headbutt, but- shit, it's a harsh reminder that that could have been far worse if he'd not been drained of the bad blood. He sinks as he speaks, until he's fallen to his knees with his body falling limb, held up only by his hands in Alucard's. He's found the anger when he next speaks, half-screaming. ]
How low- how fucking low-? How much more-!?
[ How much more can she do? Or how much more can they bear? It might be both. ]
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Fuck. Fuck, fuck. Ow.
[ That headache is back again. The one that he usually associates with his eye. It's hard to say if it's from the broken compulsion or the headbutt, but- shit, it's a harsh reminder that that could have been far worse if he'd not been drained of the bad blood. He sinks as he speaks, until he's fallen to his knees with his body falling limb, held up only by his hands in Alucard's. He's found the anger when he next speaks, half-screaming. ]
How low- how fucking low-? How much more-!?
[ How much more can she do? Or how much more can they bear? It might be both. ]