[ Or maybe he does. But- in truth that's been an excuse to wrap his arms around Alucard's shoulders and pull him close and be near to him for a while. There's something wrong about that, something filthy about taking something that's being offered as comfort and turning it into something different.
(It's him. He's the 'something filthy'.) ]
You're probably right. She's. [ Impossibly beautiful. The loveliest thing in this country. The brightest, kindest thing that he has ever seen. ] Probably fine.
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[ Or maybe he does. But- in truth that's been an excuse to wrap his arms around Alucard's shoulders and pull him close and be near to him for a while. There's something wrong about that, something filthy about taking something that's being offered as comfort and turning it into something different.
(It's him. He's the 'something filthy'.) ]
You're probably right. She's. [ Impossibly beautiful. The loveliest thing in this country. The brightest, kindest thing that he has ever seen. ] Probably fine.