[Alucard's nostrils flare. Blood. He knows the scent, and moreover, he knows Trevor's scent. He's consumed it enough, after all.
But he isn't hungry. He can't remember a time when that wasn't the case, and in that is a terrible, wonderful luxury. Being home. Resting. Oh, everything's still shit, but slightly less shit. It feels worlds better.]
I see.
[That sounds suspiciously like a metaphor. It is also the moment that Alucard realizes that some of his hair has escaped, and he pauses to tuck it back behind his ear.]
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But he isn't hungry. He can't remember a time when that wasn't the case, and in that is a terrible, wonderful luxury. Being home. Resting. Oh, everything's still shit, but slightly less shit. It feels worlds better.]
I see.
[That sounds suspiciously like a metaphor. It is also the moment that Alucard realizes that some of his hair has escaped, and he pauses to tuck it back behind his ear.]
You've found everything else you've needed?