[ There’s a chuckle as he shifts slightly, moving up as Alucard slides down so this head is rested next to his. He pulls his hand free, shifting so that Alucard’s fingers rest against what remains of the marks from their first encounter with a man they don’t need to recall anymore. There’s less left of them then there will be, once he’s back to normal and all the scars return. But they’re there, a single point on the map of how they found their way here. ]
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Those were the victories. This is what we won.