[Geralt's impossible to read. That much isn't a surprise, Alucard spent three months in a cell with him. Some of it is the meditation, but the rest? He doesn't know. The man just plays his cards terribly close to his chest.
He wants to just be far away. The only ambition, in a life that ought to have at least a few more of them. That thought prompts a soft exhale, and Alucard closes his eyes for a moment.]
All I want is a quiet crypt away from all of this.
[It's true, or at least true enough. The problem is that there is still a part of the dhampir, loud and outspoken, that still asks HOW DARE any of this happen. How dare he be nearly murdered by those he trusted, how dare he be dragged into a place and deemed a mistake at a single glance, how dare he be imprisoned for the crime of not being the right person some fucking mage wanted? The anger sits at the surface, too raw and refusing to scab over.]
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He wants to just be far away. The only ambition, in a life that ought to have at least a few more of them. That thought prompts a soft exhale, and Alucard closes his eyes for a moment.]
All I want is a quiet crypt away from all of this.
[It's true, or at least true enough. The problem is that there is still a part of the dhampir, loud and outspoken, that still asks HOW DARE any of this happen. How dare he be nearly murdered by those he trusted, how dare he be dragged into a place and deemed a mistake at a single glance, how dare he be imprisoned for the crime of not being the right person some fucking mage wanted? The anger sits at the surface, too raw and refusing to scab over.]