[It's a testament to her willpower that the instant she's free, she's moving — fingers digging into the floorboards as best she can, pulling herself along in a desperate attempt to get herself moved off of the sigil in the floor. It hurts to move, of course; everything hurts, at this point, and her vision is still swimming somewhat from the untreated hit to the head she'd incurred a week ago. But Alucard is right — when we're home. Not now. Now is for escaping. There will be time, later.
There's always time, later. There has been, since the day they met.]
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There's always time, later. There has been, since the day they met.]
Hurry...