[But though it's a comfort, it isn't much of one. Rosalind's smile fades, and she stares at nothing for a while. It isn't so frightening for him to threaten her, for she's only a few weeks old. But to threaten Alucard . . . it shows his dedication, at least, she supposes.]
. . . I didn't expect it. Not from him. I thought . . . I knew he'd be angry. But he was so . . .
[She shrugs sharply.]
It was as though I'd killed his mother. He all but accused me of killing someone, or inevitably doing so. And I--
[A beat. She wouldn't admit this normally, but with Alucard, it feels natural. Not a threat, not in the least, because she's his. Who better to confess this to?]
I was frightened, I suppose. Not a week old, so terribly good about not hurting anyone, and yet already I faced a death threat.
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Well, then. Don't tell him that.
[But though it's a comfort, it isn't much of one. Rosalind's smile fades, and she stares at nothing for a while. It isn't so frightening for him to threaten her, for she's only a few weeks old. But to threaten Alucard . . . it shows his dedication, at least, she supposes.]
. . . I didn't expect it. Not from him. I thought . . . I knew he'd be angry. But he was so . . .
[She shrugs sharply.]
It was as though I'd killed his mother. He all but accused me of killing someone, or inevitably doing so. And I--
[A beat. She wouldn't admit this normally, but with Alucard, it feels natural. Not a threat, not in the least, because she's his. Who better to confess this to?]
I was frightened, I suppose. Not a week old, so terribly good about not hurting anyone, and yet already I faced a death threat.