[ There is, thankfully, no crack, though it feels like there might be some bruising there tomorrow. Which is fine. He squeezes Alucard's hand softly, trying to communicate a little gentler without actually voicing it. ]
Drink the fucking water, and then- I'll be here still.
[ For another year, at least. ]
There's. A letter. In the inside pocket of your jacket.
[ He's not yet decided what to do with it, but- it's a start. ]
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Drink the fucking water, and then- I'll be here still.
[ For another year, at least. ]
There's. A letter. In the inside pocket of your jacket.
[ He's not yet decided what to do with it, but- it's a start. ]