[ It's not as though he doesn't understand. The isolation. To be away from others. He's done it, more than once, and has found the world does not relent. That there's no real peace to be had that won't eventually be torn away. He's learned to move forward—that it's the only way to keep the shadows behind him.
But he's also not here to force anyone's hand. He's said what he wants to say. More than, in truth. They aren't friends, at the end of the day. He only owes the vampire so much for what's transpired between them in the past three months.
His gaze lingers, steady with a flicker of something more. ]
So it seems. [ Of course. Because Alucard has appeared so rested and at peace since the moment they've met. He decides not to bring it up. It doesn't matter. He tips the pitcher into his mug. ] Count yourself lucky, then, that you've had a world that won't disturb you until you're ready.
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But he's also not here to force anyone's hand. He's said what he wants to say. More than, in truth. They aren't friends, at the end of the day. He only owes the vampire so much for what's transpired between them in the past three months.
His gaze lingers, steady with a flicker of something more. ]
So it seems. [ Of course. Because Alucard has appeared so rested and at peace since the moment they've met. He decides not to bring it up. It doesn't matter. He tips the pitcher into his mug. ] Count yourself lucky, then, that you've had a world that won't disturb you until you're ready.