[It settles unwell with him. That kind of violence against a man who might not have deserved it, and more so the fact that they're both making the decision to turn tail and become lost in the shadows of an alleyway, stretching out towards another corner of a too-tall building that looms overhead.
If only it should be so straightforward. If only the unnatural compliance didn't exist, and made the dividing line of morality far easier to discern. But here, now, there's hardly any time for that; nothing makes sense. And while he walks silently, trailing the other, his tone is matched bluntness for bluntness.]
I'm looking to understand what's happened; to all of us. You, me, whoever else was on that bus. [Alucard looks at him, gold eyes glinting in the neon.]
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If only it should be so straightforward. If only the unnatural compliance didn't exist, and made the dividing line of morality far easier to discern. But here, now, there's hardly any time for that; nothing makes sense. And while he walks silently, trailing the other, his tone is matched bluntness for bluntness.]
I'm looking to understand what's happened; to all of us. You, me, whoever else was on that bus. [Alucard looks at him, gold eyes glinting in the neon.]
But very well. Who are you?