[They're words that Alucard needs to hear. Because he knows, knows now more than ever before, how deep the capacity for anger is within him. Not only that, but how that inner bubbling of fury can be put into action, and exactly how satisfying the damage can be. Those moments were scary when they were happening, but he didn't have time to acknowledge the feeling. Not when he had to get to his mother and make sure that nothing else happened to her.
They've always sat like this after something's happened, haven't they? The pattern is so well worn and familiar, embedded in his memories even stronger now. As if that'd ever be possible.]
...Other men are ambitious too.
[The bishop. He means the bishop, because there had been no small talk about that in the gossip he overheard during the day. That it might put the man on the path to cardinal-hood faster, among other stupid, petty things. It was just more fuel for rage at the time.
Now, now it's just a cold fact of the world, easier to sit and talk about at a very far distance.
Finally, Alucard shifts so that he can look up at his mother. In his face there's still weariness, but of the emotional sort this time. And this question is worth meeting her eyes for.]
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They've always sat like this after something's happened, haven't they? The pattern is so well worn and familiar, embedded in his memories even stronger now. As if that'd ever be possible.]
...Other men are ambitious too.
[The bishop. He means the bishop, because there had been no small talk about that in the gossip he overheard during the day. That it might put the man on the path to cardinal-hood faster, among other stupid, petty things. It was just more fuel for rage at the time.
Now, now it's just a cold fact of the world, easier to sit and talk about at a very far distance.
Finally, Alucard shifts so that he can look up at his mother. In his face there's still weariness, but of the emotional sort this time. And this question is worth meeting her eyes for.]
How do you manage all that anger?