[ bland. alucard feels very strongly about traitors, and treachery, and he wouldn't give anderson the time of day if he thought he belonged there. and obviously, his opinion is the most important one.
he shakes his head, about the creatures. ]
There are all kinds. They're being thorough about it.
[ he snorts, at the comment about him not having any meat on his bones--it's true, he's pretty lean and lanky in this form. not a great meal. when anderson continues, he hesitates, which is answer enough, but he doesn't look away. ]
After you died, or rather as you died, Walter arrived. She went after him, but Millennium had altered him enough that she couldn't win. Heinkel tried to kill him later, I believe, but she failed. As far as I'm aware, he injured her badly, but the Vatican took care of that.
[ he's not going to go into detail. it was a fucking slaughter. he sighs, running his fingers through his hair. ]
I thought you were better off not knowing that part.
[ which is--oddly kind, for him, all things considered. ]
I told you he was the worst.
[ he's not making a joke, or anything, or making light of it, perhaps surprisingly: while he has and had no emotional attachment to anderson's children or pupils, his distaste for walter is just that deep.
but he's also pointedly putting the blame on walter, not on anderson, like the shades had done. ]
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[ bland. alucard feels very strongly about traitors, and treachery, and he wouldn't give anderson the time of day if he thought he belonged there. and obviously, his opinion is the most important one.
he shakes his head, about the creatures. ]
There are all kinds. They're being thorough about it.
[ he snorts, at the comment about him not having any meat on his bones--it's true, he's pretty lean and lanky in this form. not a great meal. when anderson continues, he hesitates, which is answer enough, but he doesn't look away. ]
After you died, or rather as you died, Walter arrived. She went after him, but Millennium had altered him enough that she couldn't win. Heinkel tried to kill him later, I believe, but she failed. As far as I'm aware, he injured her badly, but the Vatican took care of that.
[ he's not going to go into detail. it was a fucking slaughter. he sighs, running his fingers through his hair. ]
I thought you were better off not knowing that part.
[ which is--oddly kind, for him, all things considered. ]
I told you he was the worst.
[ he's not making a joke, or anything, or making light of it, perhaps surprisingly: while he has and had no emotional attachment to anderson's children or pupils, his distaste for walter is just that deep.
but he's also pointedly putting the blame on walter, not on anderson, like the shades had done. ]