[Alucard throws into the still existing flame the scrap of cloth he used to open the door. It catches, and soon it is ash. Then there is a decision he makes is only a second, and it is not to even try and put that flame out. This place, this place ought to burn. Let the necromancer be forced to start anew. Let him demand vengeance, for the three of them will and they shall be all too delighted to dole it out.
The door then. The door. Alucard floats towards it, both feeling Sypha's words as much as he hears them. It is agony for that voice to be as weak as t is. It shouldn't be, it's not her, not really. To see her down to embers was expected, but painful to witness.
He shifts for just a moment, so she can see his face again. It is cold and set and determined, and for a moment there is a flicker of the warmth she has always been capable of dragging out of him.]
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The door then. The door. Alucard floats towards it, both feeling Sypha's words as much as he hears them. It is agony for that voice to be as weak as t is. It shouldn't be, it's not her, not really. To see her down to embers was expected, but painful to witness.
He shifts for just a moment, so she can see his face again. It is cold and set and determined, and for a moment there is a flicker of the warmth she has always been capable of dragging out of him.]
Remain alert. Survive.