[She's come to learn that there are very few shes in Alucard's life, and only one that prompts the sort of sigh that he'd just made there. She herself warrants a different kind of sigh, one that's a touch fonder and more heavy with exasperation. The ones reserved for his mother are always very quiet, and very sad.]
She was a scholar in her own right, wasn't she? There are whole shelves of her journals in here. And they're all so...
[She pauses a moment, looking for the right words for her sentiment.]
...She wrote them like they were meant to be read. Not like some of the Belmonts' books, that are just page after page of facts and information. Hers are written to teach.
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[She's come to learn that there are very few shes in Alucard's life, and only one that prompts the sort of sigh that he'd just made there. She herself warrants a different kind of sigh, one that's a touch fonder and more heavy with exasperation. The ones reserved for his mother are always very quiet, and very sad.]
She was a scholar in her own right, wasn't she? There are whole shelves of her journals in here. And they're all so...
[She pauses a moment, looking for the right words for her sentiment.]
...She wrote them like they were meant to be read. Not like some of the Belmonts' books, that are just page after page of facts and information. Hers are written to teach.