[The description doesn't surprise Anderson. Death is strange for the LIERs. The natives seem able to die and remain dead, but they just come right back, which isn't something Anderson likes to examine for long, given its implications.]
Nothing is standard, I believe, or we'd have heard otherwise by now. But there's usually amnesia upon death, isn't there? Whoever this EROS is, he either works for LIEs, or he has the ability to alter the rules, which are both worth following up.
[Getting a proper look at Alucard's chest prompts Anderson to draw a breath in through his teeth, which grind minutely. A scar, and an unsightly one at that. He'd suspected as much, but it's still surprising.
Of all opponents Alucard's had in six centuries, it has to be Alessandro who scars him - that slimy, pathetic man who accused Anderson of being willing to kill children, who called him a slave for his beliefs, who had been completely helpless once in Anderson's grip. He disliked Alessandro before, but he downright loathes him now. He might as well be on level with LIEs, using the tactics that he did.
He folds a hand over Alucard's pec, thumb pressing against the uneven flesh. He'll have to do something about it or he's going to be angry every time he sees it.
The comment about the shelf doesn't receive a response.]
This needs to be fixed. [There's a proprietorial note to his voice, and his eyes remain on the scar.] There are few men less worthy of marking you.
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Nothing is standard, I believe, or we'd have heard otherwise by now. But there's usually amnesia upon death, isn't there? Whoever this EROS is, he either works for LIEs, or he has the ability to alter the rules, which are both worth following up.
[Getting a proper look at Alucard's chest prompts Anderson to draw a breath in through his teeth, which grind minutely. A scar, and an unsightly one at that. He'd suspected as much, but it's still surprising.
Of all opponents Alucard's had in six centuries, it has to be Alessandro who scars him - that slimy, pathetic man who accused Anderson of being willing to kill children, who called him a slave for his beliefs, who had been completely helpless once in Anderson's grip. He disliked Alessandro before, but he downright loathes him now. He might as well be on level with LIEs, using the tactics that he did.
He folds a hand over Alucard's pec, thumb pressing against the uneven flesh. He'll have to do something about it or he's going to be angry every time he sees it.
The comment about the shelf doesn't receive a response.]
This needs to be fixed. [There's a proprietorial note to his voice, and his eyes remain on the scar.] There are few men less worthy of marking you.