[It's the first time her hand has brushed against the new one. There's no tenderness from the wound, it healed as soon as the ichor still stuck in it was removed. It is as dull and as dead as the one from his father, without the extended recovery period.
She's right, in the end. The hand that guided hers there linger, thumb stroking over the pulse point of Sypha's wrist.]
Of course.
[But Trevor wouldn't be here and as loved as he is without those crossroads either. It's never escaped Alucard that of all the places to meet, the Speaker had picked a place that couldn't be drenched with more symbolism.]
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She's right, in the end. The hand that guided hers there linger, thumb stroking over the pulse point of Sypha's wrist.]
Of course.
[But Trevor wouldn't be here and as loved as he is without those crossroads either. It's never escaped Alucard that of all the places to meet, the Speaker had picked a place that couldn't be drenched with more symbolism.]
But you wanted me to answer your question. Did I?