[Alucard breathes hard, his eyes wide as he considers the news. One hundred and ninety-eight years ago, he's been asleep that long. He wonders, frantically, if he's done this, if he's doomed these people so terribly from a sleep so deep that he couldn't truly control.
But he also knows what it means, this man waking him--
Alucard tips his chin down, working to gather himself, to calm his demeanor even though he wants to scream at the knowledge that it's been so long. Perhaps he should be grateful enough that there are even any humans alive at this point.
Breathing in, Alucard finally looks at this man. Though internally horrified, his expression is steady now.]
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But he also knows what it means, this man waking him--
Alucard tips his chin down, working to gather himself, to calm his demeanor even though he wants to scream at the knowledge that it's been so long. Perhaps he should be grateful enough that there are even any humans alive at this point.
Breathing in, Alucard finally looks at this man. Though internally horrified, his expression is steady now.]
You... your name is Firion. Isn't it?
You spoke during my sleep.