[Time doesn't really matter, in the end. Alucard knows that grief doesn't care about time, how much it demands, how much it takes, how much it devours. It is a nonlinear process, and this? This is the first of so much to come. The process is awful. Harrowing. He hates it deeply, and he hates that now it must wash over Sypha in a single, horrid wave.
It doesn't matter how long Sypha takes to settle against him, to let the first wave of it out. He's there. He's there, perfectly still, a rock to steady against.]
Trevor and I are experts at this. It's fine.
[It's a poor attempt at humor, but there is a truth in those words all the same.]
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It doesn't matter how long Sypha takes to settle against him, to let the first wave of it out. He's there. He's there, perfectly still, a rock to steady against.]
Trevor and I are experts at this. It's fine.
[It's a poor attempt at humor, but there is a truth in those words all the same.]