[ The Inquisitor gestures, and a guard places a clean sheet of paper into his hand. He sets it down and writes, and the scratching of the quill is the only sound for a few minutes.
The moth doesn't move away. It remains on Alucard's hand for a few seconds before walking up his arm. Insects just crawling over him, as if he's already dead.
He places the amended confession in front of Alucard, setting the quill next to it. ]
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[ The Inquisitor gestures, and a guard places a clean sheet of paper into his hand. He sets it down and writes, and the scratching of the quill is the only sound for a few minutes.
The moth doesn't move away. It remains on Alucard's hand for a few seconds before walking up his arm. Insects just crawling over him, as if he's already dead.
He places the amended confession in front of Alucard, setting the quill next to it. ]