[Logically, it's a good deal, isn't it? There's a tiny part of Alucard that knows it, the tiny part that can still think in near-regent mode. All strategy and thinking ahead, like Trevor forced him to learn.
It's drowned out by loss. Not a small sense of it either, but a great, horrible, overwhelming feeling. When his mother died it was loss and the fear of what his father might do. Now it's not just that feeling of loss, but the horrible empathy for the other two and what will lie ahead. For himself stuck in the castle, consumed by the feeling.
All of that manages to come out in a single loud, horrible noise that might be a howl if he was a wolf and not a man. Such as it is, he nearly collapses from the effort to choke it out, leaning on the other two and trying his best to pull away from that goddamn hand on his shoulder.]
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It's drowned out by loss. Not a small sense of it either, but a great, horrible, overwhelming feeling. When his mother died it was loss and the fear of what his father might do. Now it's not just that feeling of loss, but the horrible empathy for the other two and what will lie ahead. For himself stuck in the castle, consumed by the feeling.
All of that manages to come out in a single loud, horrible noise that might be a howl if he was a wolf and not a man. Such as it is, he nearly collapses from the effort to choke it out, leaning on the other two and trying his best to pull away from that goddamn hand on his shoulder.]