[ He's silent, listening in that manner where he isn't watching but is notably paying attention. He quietly fixes the next plank into place, navigating the scaffolding with more grace than perhaps might be expected from a man his size.
Only when Alucard reveals the scar does he flick his gaze up. He's seen it before. Hard not to. Alucard hasn't much of a habit of buttoning up. He's never asked for the exact story behind it.
There are a lot of ways to leave a mark on your children. Visible to others or not. ]
Prophecy or not, you made a choice. [ It's not quite comfort, but it is understanding. The prophecy almost doesn't matter a damn. Does it? Something tells him Alucard would've chosen the same in the end. He isn't one to determine what's right or wrong. It's not so simple as that. Sometimes you just have to decide what you can live with and what you can't. Then you pay the cost. ]
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Only when Alucard reveals the scar does he flick his gaze up. He's seen it before. Hard not to. Alucard hasn't much of a habit of buttoning up. He's never asked for the exact story behind it.
There are a lot of ways to leave a mark on your children. Visible to others or not. ]
Prophecy or not, you made a choice. [ It's not quite comfort, but it is understanding. The prophecy almost doesn't matter a damn. Does it? Something tells him Alucard would've chosen the same in the end. He isn't one to determine what's right or wrong. It's not so simple as that. Sometimes you just have to decide what you can live with and what you can't. Then you pay the cost. ]