[ It's slow going. Even if he weren't following behind Sypha it would be slow going. The stairs are narrow, and he has to turn sideways slightly to carry Alucard up them. He has to be careful, so careful, because Alucard has never been fragile (even now, even now, he isn't fragile) but he's precious.
He was, for once, right to trust himself. He doesn't stumble. He's weary, by the top of the staircase, but no more than he can manage. ]
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[ It's slow going. Even if he weren't following behind Sypha it would be slow going. The stairs are narrow, and he has to turn sideways slightly to carry Alucard up them. He has to be careful, so careful, because Alucard has never been fragile (even now, even now, he isn't fragile) but he's precious.
He was, for once, right to trust himself. He doesn't stumble. He's weary, by the top of the staircase, but no more than he can manage. ]
Try to open the door.
[ Fuck, he hopes it opens. ]