[It's a noncommittal noise that acknowledge that Strange Has Said a Thing, but Alucard isn't about to say more. He instead focuses on giving Bell a very good scratch behind the ears (he's got a feeling about where the best spot is), still flipping through the pages of the book.
He doesn't look up. There's no need to watch a man clean, just as he hopes that Strange isn't looking back at himself and the face journey the book is provoking. There's horror that cycles through something fonder to near nostalgia, then anger, then back to horror again.
It's always been a nightmare, his father coming back. It was a fear in life, it's a fear now. And if there was anyone to contemplate that fear with, maybe it is Strange.]
Have there been any documented cases of those like us coming back from a space other than the battle field? Initially, I mean.
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[It's a noncommittal noise that acknowledge that Strange Has Said a Thing, but Alucard isn't about to say more. He instead focuses on giving Bell a very good scratch behind the ears (he's got a feeling about where the best spot is), still flipping through the pages of the book.
He doesn't look up. There's no need to watch a man clean, just as he hopes that Strange isn't looking back at himself and the face journey the book is provoking. There's horror that cycles through something fonder to near nostalgia, then anger, then back to horror again.
It's always been a nightmare, his father coming back. It was a fear in life, it's a fear now. And if there was anyone to contemplate that fear with, maybe it is Strange.]
Have there been any documented cases of those like us coming back from a space other than the battle field? Initially, I mean.