[It's impossible for Alucard to accurately account for how long he's been in the bathroom. (In the future there will be a room in the castle for this, the other two will jokingly call it the tantrum hole, and all three are going to need to make use of it.) All he knows is that he has voiced every feeling he has, and now there is just exhaustion.
Exhaustion and the need to change his bandages, because there are spots of red in his shirt. He's gone and tore his stitches like an idiot. He had managed to avoid that this entire time, even with picking Sypha up and moving her about. Figures that this happens when se's gone (gone west), and he has to do it on his own.
Alucard sheds his shirt, and when he looks in the bathroom mirror (also a medicine chest, far better stocked than any home in the state), there's a wreck looking back at him. His hair is every which way, his cheeks are flushed red, his eyes are no better. There's matted dampness all down to his chin, and he pauses just long enough to use his shirt sleeve to dry those tears.
The shirt goes into the hamper there (it's just his clothes within), and he starts to undo the bandages. Looks down at the scar that is forming underneath them, and winces from it all. His father's handiwork is a horror of burnt flesh, stitches, and now red seeping out from the middle. He can sew it, but even glancing at what's down there makes him want to collapse on the floor again. How he isn't dead from this is still beyond Alucard. How he managed to get to he Speakers camp in the first place is probably a miracle.]
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Exhaustion and the need to change his bandages, because there are spots of red in his shirt. He's gone and tore his stitches like an idiot. He had managed to avoid that this entire time, even with picking Sypha up and moving her about. Figures that this happens when se's gone (gone west), and he has to do it on his own.
Alucard sheds his shirt, and when he looks in the bathroom mirror (also a medicine chest, far better stocked than any home in the state), there's a wreck looking back at him. His hair is every which way, his cheeks are flushed red, his eyes are no better. There's matted dampness all down to his chin, and he pauses just long enough to use his shirt sleeve to dry those tears.
The shirt goes into the hamper there (it's just his clothes within), and he starts to undo the bandages. Looks down at the scar that is forming underneath them, and winces from it all. His father's handiwork is a horror of burnt flesh, stitches, and now red seeping out from the middle. He can sew it, but even glancing at what's down there makes him want to collapse on the floor again. How he isn't dead from this is still beyond Alucard. How he managed to get to he Speakers camp in the first place is probably a miracle.]