SANGUISOMNUM.
“Or their words cut deeper than any excuses you could have made for their actions.” His own words were curt, the dhampir sitting with his sword between his legs, hilt resting on his shoulder as he gazed off into the distance. Alucard tended to avoid these topics with those who were not Richter, but it had simply tumbled out in the company of a stranger.
“Everyone is waiting for someone they love to return here. Are they prepared for the consequences of that? I doubt it.” There were others gathering near the platform, looking, searching. His father’s cold words cut him to the core. He pulled his knees closer, fearing the day the Prince of Darkness returned. His new memories at the forefront of his mind.
THIS ... wasn’t a subject she was expecting to broach in this place. This wasn’t a subject she was exactly eager to broach at all, with anyone. But --- much like what seems to be the case for this stranger --- there was some sort of unexpected understanding that found it tumbling out of her anyway.
❛ ... Exactly. Sometimes the person you knew isn’t the person you reunite with. No matter how much you want it, no matter whether you know how to do it or not... There’s no point trying to go back. ❜ Velvet flexes her bandaged fingers as she speaks, mulling over all the mistakes --- all the blood --- it took for her to figure that one out. Would she change it, though... ?
Not on her life.
❛ All these people are waiting for are shadows. It’s a waste of time. ❜
