[Pain, all pain but emotional pain in this moment, seemed pointless. What was to be gained from suffering? From grieving?]
It never gets better, it always comes back.
[The words came as an attempt to kindle anger in him, he could always rely on irritation or rage to burn through almost any malaise but the feeling refused to budge. The words came across less bitter and petulant, and more mournful than he'd hoped.]
You have to know about it.
[Not because Szel fancied Alucard had some sort of special circumstances, simply because whatever he was, he must have the capacity to feel.]
You can grieve until you're empty, but it never stays away.
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[Pain, all pain but emotional pain in this moment, seemed pointless. What was to be gained from suffering? From grieving?]
It never gets better, it always comes back.
[The words came as an attempt to kindle anger in him, he could always rely on irritation or rage to burn through almost any malaise but the feeling refused to budge. The words came across less bitter and petulant, and more mournful than he'd hoped.]
You have to know about it.
[Not because Szel fancied Alucard had some sort of special circumstances, simply because whatever he was, he must have the capacity to feel.]
You can grieve until you're empty, but it never stays away.