[ He doesn't answer. Because he does, actually, know how to follow instructions and if he was asked to shut up- fine. He doesn't have much to say right now anyway. He picks up the discarded knife, examining it. Iron. Not silver. Not poisoned, if Alucard is to be believed. Blunt enough to have been awful going in, hopefully enough that any damage done to organs was crushing rather than cutting. Not that the distinction matters that much for Alucard's kind.
The long scar, still too fresh for comfort, catches his attention the second he lets it waver from the knife. It's nasty, worse than he'd expected, and he'd have commented if he'd not been told to shut up. Instead he stares intently for a while, examining it as best he can from this distance, before returning to the wagon for a piece of paper and stick of charcoal. ]
I'll leave her a note so she doesn't panic when she wakes, let her know I'm staying down here.
[ That is to say: Alucard, you're stuck with company for the rest of the night. ]
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The long scar, still too fresh for comfort, catches his attention the second he lets it waver from the knife. It's nasty, worse than he'd expected, and he'd have commented if he'd not been told to shut up. Instead he stares intently for a while, examining it as best he can from this distance, before returning to the wagon for a piece of paper and stick of charcoal. ]
I'll leave her a note so she doesn't panic when she wakes, let her know I'm staying down here.
[ That is to say: Alucard, you're stuck with company for the rest of the night. ]