[I wanted to see my anger reflected in yours, he continues even more quietly, as though speaking more to himself than to Alucard. To see Târgoviște razed by your hand, and know that your rage was the match for mine.
He goes silent. It hangs in the air, still and thick, until at last it breaks with one more thought — the rawest, most revealing yet.
To know that in this, my son's feelings were like mine. And not like hers.
Perhaps it will always be Alucard's fate, to act as the bridge between two very different worlds.
But Vlad seems to think on the notion that Alucard raises, the possibility that Lisa's deflection and stubbornness may be a sturdy shell hiding a much more vulnerable state of affairs within, and at length he only hums as he seems to process that before turning to face his son.
Abandon Wallachia. Of course it's possible. Perhaps it would even complete my revenge for me, from the infighting that would occur in the power vacuum I left behind.
To his credit, his tone is more dry now than furious, though not quite near enough to be called anything akin to humor.]
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He goes silent. It hangs in the air, still and thick, until at last it breaks with one more thought — the rawest, most revealing yet.
To know that in this, my son's feelings were like mine. And not like hers.
Perhaps it will always be Alucard's fate, to act as the bridge between two very different worlds.
But Vlad seems to think on the notion that Alucard raises, the possibility that Lisa's deflection and stubbornness may be a sturdy shell hiding a much more vulnerable state of affairs within, and at length he only hums as he seems to process that before turning to face his son.
Abandon Wallachia. Of course it's possible. Perhaps it would even complete my revenge for me, from the infighting that would occur in the power vacuum I left behind.
To his credit, his tone is more dry now than furious, though not quite near enough to be called anything akin to humor.]