[ He tenses. The question about writing all of this down sends him silent for a moment, because his instinct is to snap 'no' and he- should probably examine why. ]
It already got written down. [ He says, after a moment. ] Couldn't do it justice.
[ And that's the problem, isn't it? Whatever he could share, it'd be only a shadow of what was there before. And there's something almost blasphemous about that, about replacing what was there before with something so inferior.
The problem is Not At All that he's still mourning. It's that nothing he could make would be good enough. ]
Fuck, I sound like a speaker. [ And he shakes his head, turning the topic back to Alucard. ] There's asprin in the medicine cupboard, I think, if you think it'll do anything. I'd offer you Belmont solutions, but I'm guessing you've had enough of those. They'd all fuck with your head.
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It already got written down. [ He says, after a moment. ] Couldn't do it justice.
[ And that's the problem, isn't it? Whatever he could share, it'd be only a shadow of what was there before. And there's something almost blasphemous about that, about replacing what was there before with something so inferior.
The problem is Not At All that he's still mourning. It's that nothing he could make would be good enough. ]
Fuck, I sound like a speaker. [ And he shakes his head, turning the topic back to Alucard. ] There's asprin in the medicine cupboard, I think, if you think it'll do anything. I'd offer you Belmont solutions, but I'm guessing you've had enough of those. They'd all fuck with your head.