[Alucard's felt all the little heartbreaks of being back from the dead before. The loneliness, the world being so better off without oneself. But to see another go through it, and far more keenly than he has (for he has always held himself apart from the world) is far worse to witness.
He can speak of kindnesses and pleasantries, but it isn't what Sypha needs right now. Words isn't what she needs right now. All the dhampir can manage is to pull her in as close as possible without dragging her onto his lap (she'd be too big), his chin resting carefully on her shoulder to add another weight that should have some kind of comfort currency.
They're long gone. All three of them are long gone and out of the world.]
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He can speak of kindnesses and pleasantries, but it isn't what Sypha needs right now. Words isn't what she needs right now. All the dhampir can manage is to pull her in as close as possible without dragging her onto his lap (she'd be too big), his chin resting carefully on her shoulder to add another weight that should have some kind of comfort currency.
They're long gone. All three of them are long gone and out of the world.]