[ He tries to think of something. He really does. But the truth is, none of them really have anything to talk about that isn't emotionally fraught. Strategy, the place they're in now, Sypha and her awful tea, the book in front of him, magic. Even the awful dragon chair. All of them are tied up in uncomfortable feelings. And it's hard for him to tell what's bad and what's not, the grief still being so fresh. Nothing's really sunk in deeply enough yet to act on it. He's tried complaining about Sypha, which he feels is a good and inoffensive topic, but Alucard doesn't like it much. ]
Is- that what all humans eat? The meat-leather?
[ Because Leon insisted on teaching him and his sisters to cook, even if none of them really needed to eat human food. And exactly 0 of it was dried meat. None of it was a soldier's rations at all, even though he was undoubtedly familiar with them. ]
no subject
[ He tries to think of something. He really does. But the truth is, none of them really have anything to talk about that isn't emotionally fraught. Strategy, the place they're in now, Sypha and her awful tea, the book in front of him, magic. Even the awful dragon chair. All of them are tied up in uncomfortable feelings. And it's hard for him to tell what's bad and what's not, the grief still being so fresh. Nothing's really sunk in deeply enough yet to act on it. He's tried complaining about Sypha, which he feels is a good and inoffensive topic, but Alucard doesn't like it much. ]
Is- that what all humans eat? The meat-leather?
[ Because Leon insisted on teaching him and his sisters to cook, even if none of them really needed to eat human food. And exactly 0 of it was dried meat. None of it was a soldier's rations at all, even though he was undoubtedly familiar with them. ]