[ He moves closer, not quite looking at Alucard. When he puts a hand out to let it rest in the vampire's, it's hesitant. Careful. Penitent. And- god, he doesn't even know what he's sorry for anymore. He just knows that he can still feel bone against his fingernails, smell iron on the air.
He shouldn't have- god, he shouldn't have done so many things. He's hurt Alucard in so, so many ways. ]
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He shouldn't have- god, he shouldn't have done so many things. He's hurt Alucard in so, so many ways. ]