Probably not as easy as I make it sound, huh? Sorry I've had to make your life more difficult.
[ His hand is in her hair again now, stroking softly, one eye still on Alucard. Still breathing. He's still breathing. ]
This will happen again.
[ He's said that before, hasn't he? He needed to be forced to tell the truth that time. The words come easier this time, and he couldn't say why. Maybe it's just because it's hard to lie so soon after thinking of the speakers. ]
This will happen again even if Dracula takes his throne back. It might not be any physical wound, but you'll be called upon to do this again. [ To give of herself, to put one or both of them back together. ]
Every time you do, we'll know that it was a choice you made. And if you ever can't, we'll trust that it's because there's something greater that you have to protect.
[ Because she is a young story all of her own, isn't she? All bright and beautiful and herself in a way that her people avoid being, for fear of biasing the stories they carry inside them with their own tales. And if caring for them makes her less of that one day, then that's the death of a young story just as surely as if Dracula had killed the last man who knew his wife's fate. ]
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[ His hand is in her hair again now, stroking softly, one eye still on Alucard. Still breathing. He's still breathing. ]
This will happen again.
[ He's said that before, hasn't he? He needed to be forced to tell the truth that time. The words come easier this time, and he couldn't say why. Maybe it's just because it's hard to lie so soon after thinking of the speakers. ]
This will happen again even if Dracula takes his throne back. It might not be any physical wound, but you'll be called upon to do this again. [ To give of herself, to put one or both of them back together. ]
Every time you do, we'll know that it was a choice you made. And if you ever can't, we'll trust that it's because there's something greater that you have to protect.
[ Because she is a young story all of her own, isn't she? All bright and beautiful and herself in a way that her people avoid being, for fear of biasing the stories they carry inside them with their own tales. And if caring for them makes her less of that one day, then that's the death of a young story just as surely as if Dracula had killed the last man who knew his wife's fate. ]