[ He raises an eyebrow, then shakes his head. The type who breaks too easily, then. The type that make his job difficult. The kind who think they've resigned themselves to the worst.
Slowly, methodically, he takes the candle from the table and stands, nodding to one of the guards. ]
His arm, hold it out. The left.
[ He still needs to be able to write, after all. The guard he motioned to grabs Alucard's wrist and pulls his arm outward in front of him, pulling the damp, stained sleeve of his coat back as far as the elbow. ]
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[ He raises an eyebrow, then shakes his head. The type who breaks too easily, then. The type that make his job difficult. The kind who think they've resigned themselves to the worst.
Slowly, methodically, he takes the candle from the table and stands, nodding to one of the guards. ]
His arm, hold it out. The left.
[ He still needs to be able to write, after all. The guard he motioned to grabs Alucard's wrist and pulls his arm outward in front of him, pulling the damp, stained sleeve of his coat back as far as the elbow. ]