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[notafurry]

[This particular tall, rather imposing looking man doesn't do much for a while. He just stands in the vast void of Dear Mun, looking rather intently as his player. He's not much of a talker, but at least the forces that be are kind enough to give him captions.]

No, there is nothing to regret. She gave me what I wanted. That which I sought for over a century, the very thing I joined Millennium to find. Do not think on it more than I do.

It was a good death. A warrior's death. It was time to join the rest of the wolves.

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[thenolifeking]

[ A warrior's death indeed. He's quite proud of his Seras Victoria.

Alucard considers as well that perhaps they are not so different: in the end they both found exactly that which they wanted. Still the vampire laughs, chin resting on his knuckles. ]

So in the end it was worth it.

[notafurry]

My kind do not live well without a pack. Millenium was nothing more than a substitute, nothing compared to the real thing. The means to an end. I cared nothing for his human pursuit of remembrance and pointless glory.

[thenolifeking]

Is one of the pack not supposed to fully embrace the ambitions of the pack leader?

[ Yes he's of the opinion that the werewolf could have found a much better substitute. Say for example a stringed quartet. ]

[notafurry]

The Major was not a pack leader. A pack leader is strong not only of spirit, but of body. He is the bloody, beating heart of his pack and the first into battle. He was a poor warrior, but he offered me that which I could not find elsewhere.

Had the Allies been offering the same, I likely would have been on that side.

[thenolifeking]

[ There’s the arch of his brow, a silent question perhaps. Yes Alucard speculated why this proud wolf didn’t kill off one that seemed – by his own admission – inferior.]

And if that mad little man had succeeded?