[ Right. A crypt. What had Hector called it. A sulk-nap? Geralt had been wavering between how much Hector had been exaggerating, given the necromancer is not someone he especially takes at his word, either, but he's gathering there's more than an sprinkle of truth to what Hector said.
For a minute, he's quiet. He shouldn't give a damn, if the vampire wants to seal himself away. If anything, that should be the ideal solution. Except it isn't. Not truly. Things do not stay buried. They never do. And Alucard's little home away from home hadn't been a crypt. It'd been a house, a forest—silent and lonely, but not without warmth. The reality is, he likes Alucard. In a way. He doesn't dislike him, at least. Geralt has not gone this long without trusting his instincts; without learning to read people. The vampire has never struck him as cruel or bloodthirsty for the sake of it. Had stayed by his side in those tunnels until they made it out together. Even as a wolf without memory, Alucard hadn't hunted so much as a mouse until Geralt requested otherwise. It feels less like they are here, having this conversation, because of something Alucard has done and more because of something Alucard has imposed upon himself. Geralt just doesn't know what that is.
Maybe that's why he presses, against his better judgment. Against the understanding that he should walk away right here.
There's a softer edge to his words when he finally speaks up again—but the question is no less blunt for it. ] What are you hiding from?
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For a minute, he's quiet. He shouldn't give a damn, if the vampire wants to seal himself away. If anything, that should be the ideal solution. Except it isn't. Not truly. Things do not stay buried. They never do. And Alucard's little home away from home hadn't been a crypt. It'd been a house, a forest—silent and lonely, but not without warmth. The reality is, he likes Alucard. In a way. He doesn't dislike him, at least. Geralt has not gone this long without trusting his instincts; without learning to read people. The vampire has never struck him as cruel or bloodthirsty for the sake of it. Had stayed by his side in those tunnels until they made it out together. Even as a wolf without memory, Alucard hadn't hunted so much as a mouse until Geralt requested otherwise. It feels less like they are here, having this conversation, because of something Alucard has done and more because of something Alucard has imposed upon himself. Geralt just doesn't know what that is.
Maybe that's why he presses, against his better judgment. Against the understanding that he should walk away right here.
There's a softer edge to his words when he finally speaks up again—but the question is no less blunt for it. ] What are you hiding from?