[But oh, Hector's response is telling. Alucard lets out a soft noise that's a muted sigh, aware that his question? That's the answer. His father is far worse off than when Alucard entered his coffin to recover and rest.
The hand wrapped around the hilt of his sword loosens, then falls to Alucard's side. Whatever threat Hector presented physically is gone, dashed against the rocks of horrible thoughts and bitter truths. There is no joy in bringing a person down like this, and from Hector's body language, this must be some time coming.
Hector leaving is good. A relief. But.]
And what shall you say to anyone who asks about your voyage?
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[But oh, Hector's response is telling. Alucard lets out a soft noise that's a muted sigh, aware that his question? That's the answer. His father is far worse off than when Alucard entered his coffin to recover and rest.
The hand wrapped around the hilt of his sword loosens, then falls to Alucard's side. Whatever threat Hector presented physically is gone, dashed against the rocks of horrible thoughts and bitter truths. There is no joy in bringing a person down like this, and from Hector's body language, this must be some time coming.
Hector leaving is good. A relief. But.]
And what shall you say to anyone who asks about your voyage?