Anyone else might have accepted the note of finality in Adrian's voice, but D often pushed where he wasn't wanted and this struck him as no different. The worst he could imagine this coming to was a fight or Adrian asking him to leave, neither of which carried much threat to him.
"So you stay here, away from the world, and keep humanity at large at a distance," he continues, pressing on with the same calm, relentless tone. "Choosing only a few to see as worth your time. It seems you take more after him than your mother in that respect."
His eyes narrow slightly. "And when the Belmonts are dead, when all you have is empty rooms and forgotten legacy, what need will you have for humanity then? What will you think of them all when that day comes?"
Alucard's frown deepens. He shouldn't be surprised that D has ignored the request to stop the discussion. That lack of surprise doesn't erase the hurt of it, or the truly sour tone that comes out of the dhampir's mouth next.
"D, I said this conversation is over."
The finality brushes against something angrier. One that also suggests that D?
D remains silent as Adrian takes his leave and he's left alone in the room. He'd made his point, and no matter how much Adrian might avoid it, the truth won't fade so easily.
He moves out of the chair and stretches out onto the bed, still fully clothed, and closes his eyes. But if Adrian hasn't yet gotten too far, he might hear another conversation.
"Haha, you sure are a cold one."
"I thought you were asleep." D didn't open his eyes, and the other voice continued.
"No thanks to you running me ragged all the time. But I heard enough of that last part. And I know what's really going through that head of yours."
There's no answer from D, but that doesn't stop the creature.
"You're thinking about what might happen if he ends up like him, what you might have to do. And you want to stop it." The voice is muffled and one might imagine D squeezing his hand in a tight fist to try and silence the voice.
"Question is, is it because you actually care about him, or are you finally getting tired of killing every one of his creations that you come across?"
Alucard in fact hears none of the conversation. His shoulders are up around his ears, too defensive to truly listen in. D has in fact called him out. The words ring in his ears, And when the Belmonts are dead, when all you have is empty rooms and forgotten legacy...?
Oh, there was more to it than that. Alucard knows there was more to it than that, but he can hardly make himself care. He has thought so many times about what he'd do when no Belmonts remained, and every time he dealt with the thought anew, he ran from it.
He'll be nothing. Easier to go to sleep again and be awakened if needed. And if he is never needed again, then so be it. He knows the other option, the path of his father, that is unacceptable. So it cannot be contemplated at all.
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"So you stay here, away from the world, and keep humanity at large at a distance," he continues, pressing on with the same calm, relentless tone. "Choosing only a few to see as worth your time. It seems you take more after him than your mother in that respect."
His eyes narrow slightly. "And when the Belmonts are dead, when all you have is empty rooms and forgotten legacy, what need will you have for humanity then? What will you think of them all when that day comes?"
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"D, I said this conversation is over."
The finality brushes against something angrier. One that also suggests that D?
D has hit way too close to home.
"Go recover. I have work to do."
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He moves out of the chair and stretches out onto the bed, still fully clothed, and closes his eyes. But if Adrian hasn't yet gotten too far, he might hear another conversation.
"Haha, you sure are a cold one."
"I thought you were asleep." D didn't open his eyes, and the other voice continued.
"No thanks to you running me ragged all the time. But I heard enough of that last part. And I know what's really going through that head of yours."
There's no answer from D, but that doesn't stop the creature.
"You're thinking about what might happen if he ends up like him, what you might have to do. And you want to stop it." The voice is muffled and one might imagine D squeezing his hand in a tight fist to try and silence the voice.
"Question is, is it because you actually care about him, or are you finally getting tired of killing every one of his creations that you come across?"
End here?
Oh, there was more to it than that. Alucard knows there was more to it than that, but he can hardly make himself care. He has thought so many times about what he'd do when no Belmonts remained, and every time he dealt with the thought anew, he ran from it.
He'll be nothing. Easier to go to sleep again and be awakened if needed. And if he is never needed again, then so be it. He knows the other option, the path of his father, that is unacceptable. So it cannot be contemplated at all.