[Alucard's aware that Trevor is saying something, but he's not registering it in full. It isn't like this is a stimulation overload, but the rage makes it harder to tell what's friend and what's foe.
And he's not going in those fucking cells. So instead he waits just long enough to make sure that those who are heading down that path are not distracted from the work. His eyes look ahead to the corridor that he must go down once they are all safely through, and...they're through. Into that horrible place.
Which means he has leave to return to their wing of the castle. His feet are steady as he moves because he forces them, and it is so hard to do that.
The corridors of home (real home) are seemingly untouched. The carpet has only one or two red splots on it. Alucard checks no other room. He goes to the bedroom, face set in that horrifying rage.]
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And he's not going in those fucking cells. So instead he waits just long enough to make sure that those who are heading down that path are not distracted from the work. His eyes look ahead to the corridor that he must go down once they are all safely through, and...they're through. Into that horrible place.
Which means he has leave to return to their wing of the castle. His feet are steady as he moves because he forces them, and it is so hard to do that.
The corridors of home (real home) are seemingly untouched. The carpet has only one or two red splots on it. Alucard checks no other room. He goes to the bedroom, face set in that horrifying rage.]