[He doesn't have anything left in him for words. They've been used up with false promises in an attempt to make any part of this more bearable. He's pinned to the ground by the tiniest speaker, arms around her so tightly that he has to take a moment to make sure he isn't crushing her.
All he has left is a loud sob, the kind that might be a howl if he was in his wolf form. That'd be easier, in some ways, howling at the night and being done with it. Alucard buries his face into the top of Sypha's hair.
It's still beautiful. She's so beautiful. Now he's done this to her. He's broken her, and it's done it for a city and for a group of people that would happily destroy him.]
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All he has left is a loud sob, the kind that might be a howl if he was in his wolf form. That'd be easier, in some ways, howling at the night and being done with it. Alucard buries his face into the top of Sypha's hair.
It's still beautiful. She's so beautiful. Now he's done this to her. He's broken her, and it's done it for a city and for a group of people that would happily destroy him.]