[There's too much to process at once. The Speakers, such as they once were and are even now, represent too many lives lost to this necromancer. They're the apex of his work, a horrible conglomeration of everything he sold and everything he kept. They move horribly, and it is a blessing that the incense fills so much of the air, obscuring finer features.
Even like this, they are Speakers. There is violence a foot, and they have moved to protest it in a way only a Speaker could. The necromance deserves harm brought upon his head. He can no longer live. He ought to have died at their hands three times over, and they've failed every time. Maybe Carmilla should have dispatched him instead, politics be damned. Yet it's politics that have spared him for now, and it is the Speakers and their code of pacifism that prolongs his life even now. They are between Sypha and the man. A shield, protecting one of their own, but also allowing him to endure for a few more terrible moments.
They have too much to deal with. The necromancer. The speakers. Sypha, because all three of them know the simple fact: had they failed, Sypha would be here too. Alucard's arms wrap around her. Pull her close because that scream is too much to bear, and if the late Speaker who's pushed past him once takes issue with it, then so be it.
There's no words. Can't be words. Everything is drowned in Sypha's screams.]
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Even like this, they are Speakers. There is violence a foot, and they have moved to protest it in a way only a Speaker could. The necromance deserves harm brought upon his head. He can no longer live. He ought to have died at their hands three times over, and they've failed every time. Maybe Carmilla should have dispatched him instead, politics be damned. Yet it's politics that have spared him for now, and it is the Speakers and their code of pacifism that prolongs his life even now. They are between Sypha and the man. A shield, protecting one of their own, but also allowing him to endure for a few more terrible moments.
They have too much to deal with. The necromancer. The speakers. Sypha, because all three of them know the simple fact: had they failed, Sypha would be here too. Alucard's arms wrap around her. Pull her close because that scream is too much to bear, and if the late Speaker who's pushed past him once takes issue with it, then so be it.
There's no words. Can't be words. Everything is drowned in Sypha's screams.]