[ He studies Alucard for a moment. The faint undertone goes unacknowledged, though he hears it. Just isn't sure what to do with it. It isn't right to say he hadn't meant to let that card fall; he had. Had his reasons for doing so. It's just now, after the fact, he isn't certain what he'd really intended for it to do, saying it out loud.
Maybe nothing. It isn't a secret, anyway. Never was. ]
Not untrue. [ That it's spacious, he means. He feels every echo. He can't remember it being any other way. He was never here, when it thrived. Would it have mattered? Would it have changed anything about how he feels now?
He tilts his head. Can't be the little cabin that Alucard made in his forest, that he's referring to. ] Your real home.
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Maybe nothing. It isn't a secret, anyway. Never was. ]
Not untrue. [ That it's spacious, he means. He feels every echo. He can't remember it being any other way. He was never here, when it thrived. Would it have mattered? Would it have changed anything about how he feels now?
He tilts his head. Can't be the little cabin that Alucard made in his forest, that he's referring to. ] Your real home.