[There's a very discomforted squeak from the bat as the moths snuggle close. He doesn't like any of this, not one bit, and the way his bat form tenses communicates that all too clearly. He wants to be in his own home but now, away from a situation that is likely to get worse.
Watching the death of the Plague, such as it is, is less bothersome but only by a hair. Alucard ends up closing his eyes and breathing out, trying to exude a calm he doesn't feel.]
Not how medicine works, but whatever gets rid of the disease in the end, I suppose.
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Watching the death of the Plague, such as it is, is less bothersome but only by a hair. Alucard ends up closing his eyes and breathing out, trying to exude a calm he doesn't feel.]
Not how medicine works, but whatever gets rid of the disease in the end, I suppose.