[Alucard's attention is, unsurprisingly, entirely on Sypha. He's stopped caring about the dogs, he has to. Making sure she's with him, that they're not torn asunder is the most important part of this, and he isn't so clever as to realize that's part of fulfilling this quest. Being willingly separated, because without doing that, they'll be in this horrifying liminal place for an eternity.
He has two fingers. When Alucard tries to grab her wrist though, that is when there is a great weight that pounces upon him. His hand opens. Sypha's fingers fall away, even as the vampire falls forward and in theory, closer to her.
The loss of her, her warmth, her closeness, it's as keen as he's ever felt that absence, and there's a horrifying hiss as he tries to dash forward in the split second before he lands on the ground. There is a resounding thud. There's something that cracks. There is Sypha's name screamed again, this time laced with real panic and terror, the kind that he kept suppressed from them both when the dreams of his mother's death were their worst. (He used the tantrum hole.)]
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He has two fingers. When Alucard tries to grab her wrist though, that is when there is a great weight that pounces upon him. His hand opens. Sypha's fingers fall away, even as the vampire falls forward and in theory, closer to her.
The loss of her, her warmth, her closeness, it's as keen as he's ever felt that absence, and there's a horrifying hiss as he tries to dash forward in the split second before he lands on the ground. There is a resounding thud. There's something that cracks. There is Sypha's name screamed again, this time laced with real panic and terror, the kind that he kept suppressed from them both when the dreams of his mother's death were their worst. (He used the tantrum hole.)]
Where are you?!
[His hands reach foward, clawing at the air.]