[It's a very specific blue, the color of Speaker robes. Alucard knows it, too, all too well — it'd taken him a long time to find a bolt of cloth that exactly matched that shade, once. It's Speaker blue, the tattered cloth wound around the horror that lurches toward them through the fog. They're Speakers, or at least mostly Speakers, or at least creatures with the parts of Speakers grafted on.
That's not the realization that makes her start screaming.
She starts screaming when it occurs to her how close she came to being one of them, herself.]
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That's not the realization that makes her start screaming.
She starts screaming when it occurs to her how close she came to being one of them, herself.]