[The wolf sighs. The form isn't enough to break Hector of whatever rage has claimed him now, and so Alucard is himself again. There's no coat over his shoulders this time, just his shirt and trousers, and his face is barely changed. There's something hung around his neck, if the flash of metal around the collar of his shirt is anything to go by, but that's the only part of him that has truly changed.]
His tone is firm and sober, hoping the same qualities might transfer to Hector and his bullheadedness.]
There is no one here aside from myself, Hector. There has been no one here beside myself for the past week.
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His tone is firm and sober, hoping the same qualities might transfer to Hector and his bullheadedness.]
There is no one here aside from myself, Hector. There has been no one here beside myself for the past week.