[Alucard doesn't argue the point, but he doesn't like it. There's the quiet desperation to just have this all be concluded, and then--
--there's light. There's the glorious morning rays, and he can still see some of the purple of the night sky. Alucard's eyes focus only on Carmilla, and then the dust.
A long sigh follows. Alucard seeks one of their hands, Trevor's or Sypha's, he doesn't care.]
Thank you.
[His eyes blink rapidly. Tears threaten, and Alucard doesn't want them. Not now.]
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[Alucard doesn't argue the point, but he doesn't like it. There's the quiet desperation to just have this all be concluded, and then--
--there's light. There's the glorious morning rays, and he can still see some of the purple of the night sky. Alucard's eyes focus only on Carmilla, and then the dust.
A long sigh follows. Alucard seeks one of their hands, Trevor's or Sypha's, he doesn't care.]
Thank you.
[His eyes blink rapidly. Tears threaten, and Alucard doesn't want them. Not now.]