[It's like the horror never ends, as each new revelation drags them deeper and deeper into the understanding of just what a vile thing was done. Speakers save their stories and protect them, carrying them inside them like secrets, where they'll be safe. She knows that all too well, herself; it was the same reason her own caravan had come to New Orleans at all.
(She'd told it to Trevor, hadn't she? They'd had to come to New Orleans because the memory of Lisa Ţepeş had to survive. That preserving that story even justified a break from their other traditions to serve and assist, because it was too young, too precious, and couldn't be allowed to die with them.)
What stories must these Speakers know? Perhaps they're as important as the story of Lisa Ţepeş, but perhaps they're not. They don't have to be, because what matters is that they're precious to someone.
That much is enough. That much is more than enough to spur on these chimera to try to live on, even after everything else was taken from them. The choice to die isn't their own, not when there are still stories trapped within them. They have the right to snuff out their own lives; they don't have the right to take those stories with them.]
There...there must be a way. Something that can let them speak. Something that will let them discharge their duty, and rest...
[She looks toward Alucard, expression crumpling like paper kissed at the edge by a flame.]
In the castle...could there be something? Anything...?
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[It's like the horror never ends, as each new revelation drags them deeper and deeper into the understanding of just what a vile thing was done. Speakers save their stories and protect them, carrying them inside them like secrets, where they'll be safe. She knows that all too well, herself; it was the same reason her own caravan had come to New Orleans at all.
(She'd told it to Trevor, hadn't she? They'd had to come to New Orleans because the memory of Lisa Ţepeş had to survive. That preserving that story even justified a break from their other traditions to serve and assist, because it was too young, too precious, and couldn't be allowed to die with them.)
What stories must these Speakers know? Perhaps they're as important as the story of Lisa Ţepeş, but perhaps they're not. They don't have to be, because what matters is that they're precious to someone.
That much is enough. That much is more than enough to spur on these chimera to try to live on, even after everything else was taken from them. The choice to die isn't their own, not when there are still stories trapped within them. They have the right to snuff out their own lives; they don't have the right to take those stories with them.]
There...there must be a way. Something that can let them speak. Something that will let them discharge their duty, and rest...
[She looks toward Alucard, expression crumpling like paper kissed at the edge by a flame.]
In the castle...could there be something? Anything...?