[ For an extended moment, the figure crumpled beneath the books does not move. The stillness keeps his ligaments from aching, from the sharp pain he felt in places that he knew would later form gruesome bruises. The voice he hears from under the pile is familiar. Just his last name is so impersonal, something Leon has always disliked in his service as a knight. The hand that's reaching for him is a human's, and the quiet of the Hold in contrast to the literal hell of a chamber he'd been in prior to his arrival scares him in its unsettling tranquility. ]
[ He hesitates, disoriented, but eventually shifts and uncurls enough to take the hand Alucard has reached, its lack of warmth somehow comforting to touch. He's nearly unrecognizable when he rises from the ground, blond hair mussed by wet blood. Leon doesn't seem to see Alucard despite looking at him, his eyes clouded by the realization he's now somplace different. ]
"Leon is fine." [ Is what he says, wobbly. It's the same thing he said to Rinaldo, long before in response to such another impersonal calling. ]
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[ He hesitates, disoriented, but eventually shifts and uncurls enough to take the hand Alucard has reached, its lack of warmth somehow comforting to touch. He's nearly unrecognizable when he rises from the ground, blond hair mussed by wet blood. Leon doesn't seem to see Alucard despite looking at him, his eyes clouded by the realization he's now somplace different. ]
"Leon is fine." [ Is what he says, wobbly. It's the same thing he said to Rinaldo, long before in response to such another impersonal calling. ]