[It's hard to say what part he's saying mmm to. Confirmation that yes, it's one of Lisa's books, yes, his mother was her own breed of academic and wished to share her knowledge, or just a noise made to fill in the silence.
He closes the journal after a moment more. It wasn't written terribly close to her death, this one, but there's still a terrible ache from holding it. Her journals are on the other side of the lab. He starts walking there, confident that Sypha will follow.]
Things that make what happened all the greater loss. [A word softly muttered comes next, the utmost contempt in Alucard's voice.] Witches.
no subject
[It's hard to say what part he's saying mmm to. Confirmation that yes, it's one of Lisa's books, yes, his mother was her own breed of academic and wished to share her knowledge, or just a noise made to fill in the silence.
He closes the journal after a moment more. It wasn't written terribly close to her death, this one, but there's still a terrible ache from holding it. Her journals are on the other side of the lab. He starts walking there, confident that Sypha will follow.]
Things that make what happened all the greater loss. [A word softly muttered comes next, the utmost contempt in Alucard's voice.] Witches.