[It is not fine. It hurts like hell, especially with the burns from the silver still a little too fresh for Alucard's comfort. He doesn't argue with Hector though, because now isn't the time. He withdraws instead, but is careful to give the bishop a wide berth. That's a face he remembers. That's a face he wants to tear apart with his own hands.
The desire to snarl at the figure is kept in check. Alucard's attention returns to Hector.]
Regardless, I am grateful. Your dog is below deck, I think he found himself a suitable hiding place.
[But then Alucard falls silent. Stands there awkwardly. This...no.]
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[It is not fine. It hurts like hell, especially with the burns from the silver still a little too fresh for Alucard's comfort. He doesn't argue with Hector though, because now isn't the time. He withdraws instead, but is careful to give the bishop a wide berth. That's a face he remembers. That's a face he wants to tear apart with his own hands.
The desire to snarl at the figure is kept in check. Alucard's attention returns to Hector.]
Regardless, I am grateful. Your dog is below deck, I think he found himself a suitable hiding place.
[But then Alucard falls silent. Stands there awkwardly. This...no.]
You're the captain. Tell me what you need.