[ What the fuck. What the fuck. He wants to scream. He really, really wants to scream. Not from proximity to Dracula, no. From everything else. From finally having the ability to understand the last few years. He was used to hurt people. He ate people. He hurt that speaker man to scare his granddaughter.
The Dracula thing, at least, he can wrap his head around without wanting to vomit (he has been very careful to avoid vomiting, in the time before he became himself. He doesn't want to ruin that now) but then Lisa asks him to withhold commentary and-
-he can do that. He can sit quietly, and think, and try not to scream. He settles with his head in his hands, allowing Lisa to work, yelling reduced to quiet muttering. ]
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[ What the fuck. What the fuck. He wants to scream. He really, really wants to scream. Not from proximity to Dracula, no. From everything else. From finally having the ability to understand the last few years. He was used to hurt people. He ate people. He hurt that speaker man to scare his granddaughter.
The Dracula thing, at least, he can wrap his head around without wanting to vomit (he has been very careful to avoid vomiting, in the time before he became himself. He doesn't want to ruin that now) but then Lisa asks him to withhold commentary and-
-he can do that. He can sit quietly, and think, and try not to scream. He settles with his head in his hands, allowing Lisa to work, yelling reduced to quiet muttering. ]
What the fuck.