[She blinks a time or two. He's certainly not wrong, is he.]
You do have a point! Neither of us would get very far away at this rate, hm?
[On one hand she's quite glad for that. If he can't just up and disappear then he certainly can't just lock himself away wherever, at least not for the long term. So in a way without her even trying or having to convince him her somewhat selfish wish has been granted.
This Alucard is certainly different though. A bit of conversation in and he already seems a great deal more relaxed and friendly than the other. It's such a change that she finds it rather difficult to call them the same person and that notion somehow makes it a little more heartbreaking that she won't catch up to the other as long as she's here.
She muses on the fire that prickles dueling senses of fear and comfort for a moment or so more, glancing over a brief moment to note the man's closed eyes. Does he not like the bonfire any more than she does? She's not thoroughly sure but she reasons it's a decent enough guess if nothing else.
So Maria turns abruptly on her feet to announce as breezily as someone without a care in the world might:]
If I remember correctly, there is supposed to be quite a bit of food around. How much of an appetite do you have, Adrian?
[The name is still foreign on her tongue but it's a good way to differentiate the two of them in her mind, this Alucard and the one she knows. ... Or doesn't know to be completely honest.]
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You do have a point! Neither of us would get very far away at this rate, hm?
[On one hand she's quite glad for that. If he can't just up and disappear then he certainly can't just lock himself away wherever, at least not for the long term. So in a way without her even trying or having to convince him her somewhat selfish wish has been granted.
This Alucard is certainly different though. A bit of conversation in and he already seems a great deal more relaxed and friendly than the other. It's such a change that she finds it rather difficult to call them the same person and that notion somehow makes it a little more heartbreaking that she won't catch up to the other as long as she's here.
She muses on the fire that prickles dueling senses of fear and comfort for a moment or so more, glancing over a brief moment to note the man's closed eyes. Does he not like the bonfire any more than she does? She's not thoroughly sure but she reasons it's a decent enough guess if nothing else.
So Maria turns abruptly on her feet to announce as breezily as someone without a care in the world might:]
If I remember correctly, there is supposed to be quite a bit of food around. How much of an appetite do you have, Adrian?
[The name is still foreign on her tongue but it's a good way to differentiate the two of them in her mind, this Alucard and the one she knows. ... Or doesn't know to be completely honest.]