[He's too smug when he makes that claim for it to be real.
There's a moment when Alucard looks around again, making sure he's picked up every page. When they go back, he shall put the pages in order. (Alucard does not want to sleep tonight, for fear of dreams. For fear of sharing a cell with his father, and the terrible bonding of it.)
Beyond the engine, there is more. The less time spent lingering here, the better.]
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[He's too smug when he makes that claim for it to be real.
There's a moment when Alucard looks around again, making sure he's picked up every page. When they go back, he shall put the pages in order. (Alucard does not want to sleep tonight, for fear of dreams. For fear of sharing a cell with his father, and the terrible bonding of it.)
Beyond the engine, there is more. The less time spent lingering here, the better.]
Let's go judge his poetry then.