[What Alucard says is exactly what he needed to hear. He's quiet for a moment, thinking, leaning absentmindedly into the hand on his neck.]
I suppose six hundred years of life have given you some wisdom.
[It wasn't enough that he still had people dependent on him, last time. He'd run. In the opposite direction Alucard had when Alucard had been given the choice of discarding his humanity, but he'd run all the same, sought to turn himself into something that couldn't feel and couldn't hurt. This time, when he says he won't run, he means it: he won't destroy himself, he won't abandon those who need him.
He nods to Alucard's words. Before leaving Duplicity, he'll make sure those who rely on him have what they need. That'll be his reason for going on.
And Alucard- Alucard, too, will be part of that reason.]
That is something of a feat.
[He smiles a little, at that, moving to curl his fingers over the ones splayed across his neck.
There's a little more colour to his face. Some pink around his nose and along his cheekbones, courtesy of the tears. And they still come, but they're slower, now.]
When you were lost, I... [There's a beat of silence while he collects his thoughts.] Wish there had been someone there for you, as you are here for me, right now. But I suppose it'll have to be one of those 'better late than never' situations.
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I suppose six hundred years of life have given you some wisdom.
[It wasn't enough that he still had people dependent on him, last time. He'd run. In the opposite direction Alucard had when Alucard had been given the choice of discarding his humanity, but he'd run all the same, sought to turn himself into something that couldn't feel and couldn't hurt. This time, when he says he won't run, he means it: he won't destroy himself, he won't abandon those who need him.
He nods to Alucard's words. Before leaving Duplicity, he'll make sure those who rely on him have what they need. That'll be his reason for going on.
And Alucard- Alucard, too, will be part of that reason.]
That is something of a feat.
[He smiles a little, at that, moving to curl his fingers over the ones splayed across his neck.
There's a little more colour to his face. Some pink around his nose and along his cheekbones, courtesy of the tears. And they still come, but they're slower, now.]
When you were lost, I... [There's a beat of silence while he collects his thoughts.] Wish there had been someone there for you, as you are here for me, right now. But I suppose it'll have to be one of those 'better late than never' situations.