[Alucard almost manages a joke about maybe just unbreaking the castle. It dies on his tongue, drowned by the far deeper feelings of sorrow that have bubbled up to the surface after being kept down for so long.
Spyha's grip doesn't even register with him. Doesn't hurt. It's just there.]
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Spyha's grip doesn't even register with him. Doesn't hurt. It's just there.]
If something happened, I'd never forgive myself.