[There's so much he could say, and it's catching in his throat. He wants to do what he normally does, to encourage and console Alucard and his problems, deflect off of himself, and he wants to just blurt out what was on his mind and get everything that had been simmering in his head for the past month off of his chest, all while his instincts screamed stop. He presses a hand to his forehead, running his fingers through his hair, while his other arm wraps around himself.]
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[There's so much he could say, and it's catching in his throat. He wants to do what he normally does, to encourage and console Alucard and his problems, deflect off of himself, and he wants to just blurt out what was on his mind and get everything that had been simmering in his head for the past month off of his chest, all while his instincts screamed stop. He presses a hand to his forehead, running his fingers through his hair, while his other arm wraps around himself.]
I'm dead.