[Alucard waits quietly. He holds a palm to his chest, trying to staunch what he can of the bleeding. It is a fool's errand, but he tries regardless because what else is there to do? He has received all the aid that he could ever demand from anyone at the moment, and he is grateful for it.
Likewise, he's grateful that this camp is far, far away from many prying eyes. A bleeding man on the streets here at this time of night? Normal enough. It's a thought that almost makes him smile, until the terrible truth of why he's here in the first place comes up again. Alucard wants to cry from it all, and he can't. Not yet.
His mind wanders through various ways of trying to express grief. He could sob for hours now, or else become an ice cold wall, or perhaps wander the bayous until his legs finally ache. They're all possibilities, and he is considering each one when Sypha approaches.
He takes everything in his non-bloodied hand.]
Thank you.
[He feels the note. But he doesn't look at it. He walks away, careful with his gait. Disappears around the corner.
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Likewise, he's grateful that this camp is far, far away from many prying eyes. A bleeding man on the streets here at this time of night? Normal enough. It's a thought that almost makes him smile, until the terrible truth of why he's here in the first place comes up again. Alucard wants to cry from it all, and he can't. Not yet.
His mind wanders through various ways of trying to express grief. He could sob for hours now, or else become an ice cold wall, or perhaps wander the bayous until his legs finally ache. They're all possibilities, and he is considering each one when Sypha approaches.
He takes everything in his non-bloodied hand.]
Thank you.
[He feels the note. But he doesn't look at it. He walks away, careful with his gait. Disappears around the corner.
Then stops long enough to examine the note.]