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[miraclewhip]

this sounds like vampire shit and im gonna stake it

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[miraclewhip]

She might need help.

[ That's not true. He knows how this fucking place works by now - god knows how many people showed up to explain it to him after the fighting a space-boat incident. ]

We need to be ready, in case she does.

[ananym]

Ready for what, Belmont?

[ there's a hint of uncertainty behind his voice. ]

[miraclewhip]

Ready for- I don't fucking know. Whatever she might need help with. Just because she's not here doesn't mean she's home, and even if she is- home isn't safe.

Ugh. [ He sighs, head in his hands. ]

[ananym]

[ alucard watches this with a careful gaze. ]

She is a survivor. She can take care of herself. And we will find her again. We're — [ a small pause. ] — connected.

[miraclewhip]

We'd better. If- fuck- If we've left her to face the hordes alone-

[ And his head just remains held in his hands. ]

Fuck, I don't like any of this.

[ananym]

[ neither did alucard and he hid it poorly. he had narrowed his life to this one mission and without it . . . he feels empty. ]

We have done no such thing. She will wait for us.

[miraclewhip]

Mmm.

[ It's not a real answer, or even a sound of agreement or disagreement. It's just a sound, to indicate that he's heard Alucard. ]

Not sure what the fuck to do without her. Drink, I suppose. Doesn't feel like there's any point in even that.

[ananym]

[ alucard hesitates before speaking. ]

I was considering managing the library here. There might be answers as to what to do with Dracula's castle.