[ The last thing he has. The tiny, fragile last thing he has is flying away into a boat they know is dangerous for him. What the fuck. What the fuck. He gives chase, because what else can he do?
That presence is back, growing closer and closer as Alucard approaches the coffin. ]
Fucking figures. The Belmont finally leaves this thing and it’s empty. [ There’s a crash. Glass breaking. ] The fuck am I meant to do with just a sword? I have swords!
[ And when Alucard gets close to where the coffin was, the floor is covered in glass. A red haired man in a uniform stomps on one of the lilies, then spits on it for good measure. ]
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[ The last thing he has. The tiny, fragile last thing he has is flying away into a boat they know is dangerous for him. What the fuck. What the fuck. He gives chase, because what else can he do?
That presence is back, growing closer and closer as Alucard approaches the coffin. ]
Fucking figures. The Belmont finally leaves this thing and it’s empty. [ There’s a crash. Glass breaking. ] The fuck am I meant to do with just a sword? I have swords!
[ And when Alucard gets close to where the coffin was, the floor is covered in glass. A red haired man in a uniform stomps on one of the lilies, then spits on it for good measure. ]