[ Leon's still tense, from the stinging and threading of the wound. The blood loss has left certain surreality to the scene, and though he'd seen the blurry figure above him tending to the injury sites, a lot of it still felt like a fever dream. His Adam's apple bobs once in his throat as he swallows, the realization the Alucard has finished with him beginning to sink in. Not once has he looked at the gashes, and yet the other man... ]
"I'm sorry." [ Though Leon hadn't thrashed or screamed (he'd done his best to limit himself to twisting and groaning), he feels bad for having shafted the task onto Alucard so suddenly. He's drenched in sweat himself, his body and clothing heavy. ]
"I should be nothing but grateful, as you remember me despite having returned to your time." [ He feels to weak to move, and waits for his head to come back down from wherever it'd headed. ]
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"I'm sorry." [ Though Leon hadn't thrashed or screamed (he'd done his best to limit himself to twisting and groaning), he feels bad for having shafted the task onto Alucard so suddenly. He's drenched in sweat himself, his body and clothing heavy. ]
"I should be nothing but grateful, as you remember me despite having returned to your time."
[ He feels to weak to move, and waits for his head to come back down from wherever it'd headed. ]