[Alucard moves over to the kitchen table. This seems like a sitting down conversation, and he gestures for Geralt to do the same.
Quietly, Alucard folds his hands, resting them on the table top. He knows that Geralt isn't inclined to strange visions. Memory issues...well, those are what they are, and that was centuries ago.
Two gold eyes stare calmly, like they're talking about the fact it is raining out.]
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Quietly, Alucard folds his hands, resting them on the table top. He knows that Geralt isn't inclined to strange visions. Memory issues...well, those are what they are, and that was centuries ago.
Two gold eyes stare calmly, like they're talking about the fact it is raining out.]
Okay. Walk me through your logic here.