Alucard has not been pleasant the past several days, but the words make his heart sink. That's not right. Those aren't Jaskier words, and with that thought comes a fresh new wave of anger. It's bad enough to be going through any of this again, but now? Of all times?
There's no clamping down on the anger either. Only bitter, angry thoughts that come flowing out.]
What, so I can live in ruins? [Actually, that isn't a bad idea.] So that another part of this place's past just gets thrown to the side, eventually to be covered up by some new machination of war and destruction? That the dead might truly be invited to rise up in anger because their peace has yet again been disturbed? [The dhampir can feel something angrier wanting to rip out. He takes a few steps back. They're close to the wrought iron fence.
A fence that is soon punched and crumbles in reaction to Alucard's fist.]
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Alucard has not been pleasant the past several days, but the words make his heart sink. That's not right. Those aren't Jaskier words, and with that thought comes a fresh new wave of anger. It's bad enough to be going through any of this again, but now? Of all times?
There's no clamping down on the anger either. Only bitter, angry thoughts that come flowing out.]
What, so I can live in ruins? [Actually, that isn't a bad idea.] So that another part of this place's past just gets thrown to the side, eventually to be covered up by some new machination of war and destruction? That the dead might truly be invited to rise up in anger because their peace has yet again been disturbed? [The dhampir can feel something angrier wanting to rip out. He takes a few steps back. They're close to the wrought iron fence.
A fence that is soon punched and crumbles in reaction to Alucard's fist.]