[Absolutely not because if there's another flaming forest of impaled corpses, you're in trouble buddy.]
Keep it up and they'll always have legs.
[Genuine threat, if Alucard's tone is anything to go by. The good news is that as the topic changes, that all melts away. There's far more fondness in his tone, but there's the impossible to miss note of genuine sadness about the topic.]
Doctor. [It is a gentle correction, but insistent.] Her work was without any magic to it - it was all natural science, much like this place. [Hector and Sypha are the only two who might understand exactly how close his father's work was to some of the inventions here. He's never really discussed it with either.] She insisted that the both of us see the world as humans do, so time was often split between locations. [Not that it had done much good. Alucard sighs, feeling the worst of everything threatening to cloud the discussion. Better to at least indulge in the sillier details to avoid it.]
Mind, this was the same woman who walked up to my father's doorsteps past a forest of impaled skeletons, stabbed her knife into the front door and demanded she be taught the skills that she needed to do that work, so take that as you will.
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Keep it up and they'll always have legs.
[Genuine threat, if Alucard's tone is anything to go by. The good news is that as the topic changes, that all melts away. There's far more fondness in his tone, but there's the impossible to miss note of genuine sadness about the topic.]
Doctor. [It is a gentle correction, but insistent.] Her work was without any magic to it - it was all natural science, much like this place. [Hector and Sypha are the only two who might understand exactly how close his father's work was to some of the inventions here. He's never really discussed it with either.] She insisted that the both of us see the world as humans do, so time was often split between locations. [Not that it had done much good. Alucard sighs, feeling the worst of everything threatening to cloud the discussion. Better to at least indulge in the sillier details to avoid it.]
Mind, this was the same woman who walked up to my father's doorsteps past a forest of impaled skeletons, stabbed her knife into the front door and demanded she be taught the skills that she needed to do that work, so take that as you will.