[There's a distracted quality to the glance he gives his surroundings. The landscape has changed enough that it's difficult to pinpoint an exact location.]
Well, I know I'm in the Up, and I know I'm among the Solace trees, but I couldn't tell you where among them I am- I'm coming. Where are you?
[He's not addressing Alucard, clearly. The voice steadily grows in volume, but it's no less muffled, and it has a wet, garbling quality that makes Anderson fall still, his eyes dropping to the edge of a pool.]
There's people under the ice.
[He states this a-matter-of-factly, drawing out a bayonet. It's far from the worst thing he's seen today.
New voices rise up from beneath the ice, and muffled as they are, it's hard to apply an identity to any of them, but he knows they're familiar. He leans close and strains to listen, and he can just about make out the original among the mass of pleas:
no subject
[There's a distracted quality to the glance he gives his surroundings. The landscape has changed enough that it's difficult to pinpoint an exact location.]
Well, I know I'm in the Up, and I know I'm among the Solace trees, but I couldn't tell you where among them I am- I'm coming. Where are you?
[He's not addressing Alucard, clearly. The voice steadily grows in volume, but it's no less muffled, and it has a wet, garbling quality that makes Anderson fall still, his eyes dropping to the edge of a pool.]
There's people under the ice.
[He states this a-matter-of-factly, drawing out a bayonet. It's far from the worst thing he's seen today.
New voices rise up from beneath the ice, and muffled as they are, it's hard to apply an identity to any of them, but he knows they're familiar. He leans close and strains to listen, and he can just about make out the original among the mass of pleas:
"Father! Father! Help me! Don't let me die here!"
He takes a sharp breath.]
Maxwell?