[ Shit. There’s iron in his system, still. Iron in the bodies of every moth he’s turning into. He can’t vanish into a cloud of moths entirely, but nor can he re-form into a man. He’s just stuck in between, half a body and a cloud of moths.
Unfortunately, organs are important. The heart and lungs, specifically, are important. And those are currently absent from the part of him that’s a man, what with them being part of the moth cloud. He gasps air in and out uselessly as he tries to answer Sypha’s question, and then something lucky happens.
There is a stand next to him, a tall metal pole with a bag of liquid hanging from it that was previously attached to his arm. In the panic, Sypha knocks it. As it falls it catches the chain of Alucard’s locket, snapping the chain and sending the little box falling to the ground. ]
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Unfortunately, organs are important. The heart and lungs, specifically, are important. And those are currently absent from the part of him that’s a man, what with them being part of the moth cloud. He gasps air in and out uselessly as he tries to answer Sypha’s question, and then something lucky happens.
There is a stand next to him, a tall metal pole with a bag of liquid hanging from it that was previously attached to his arm. In the panic, Sypha knocks it. As it falls it catches the chain of Alucard’s locket, snapping the chain and sending the little box falling to the ground. ]