[ He can see the scar better now, and he kind of wishes he couldn’t. It’s a horrible thing, long and ugly and still only barely healed in places, raw and held together by burned flesh. He wants to make it better. He wants to make things right. He can’t. He doesn’t know how.
He sits next to Alucard, drawing his knees up to his chest. ]
I know- It must be hard to believe, that I mean you no harm.
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[ He can see the scar better now, and he kind of wishes he couldn’t. It’s a horrible thing, long and ugly and still only barely healed in places, raw and held together by burned flesh. He wants to make it better. He wants to make things right. He can’t. He doesn’t know how.
He sits next to Alucard, drawing his knees up to his chest. ]
I know- It must be hard to believe, that I mean you no harm.