[ He doesn't even enter the last room, in the end. There's no need to - they're here to learn of Walter and not of his general, already as dead as she could have been rendered before the centuries of knowledge on how to destroy her kind completely. He just keeps the palm on his hand against Alucard's back, leading him back through the theatre. It's not a long way - it seemed further on the way here because of the need to enter every little room - and yet it still feels like it takes an age to return to the great arc lamp by the door that leads back into the main hall. The horrible noise it makes seems almost soothing now. It's a constant, a far louder version of the hum of the bulbs in the castle, and it's a sound that isn't either of them but that he can easily determine to be safe, something rare in this otherwise silent place. ]
I'm sorry. All of this seemed- normal, to me. I didn't think-
[ Well, he didn't think. He doesn't really need to add to that. ]
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I'm sorry. All of this seemed- normal, to me. I didn't think-
[ Well, he didn't think. He doesn't really need to add to that. ]