[ A more simple and valid explanation could not have been made. Violence had been instinctual, per the clockwork man's last memories. He did not recognize the blonde, did not recognize his surroundings. None of it was very clear and he was still groggy, if such a thing could be said.
Looking over the surroundings once more to make certain nothing of value belonging to him was left behind, the leather-clad man turned on a booted heel and walked after Alucard without questions or demands.
While the dhampire walked he could feel the other man's scrutiny, hidden eyes sizing him up from head to toe, taking into account everything from posture and gait to the level of detail in his clothing and the lilt of his speech, attempting to learn as much as possible from as little as possible.
He did not ask anything, he did not speak, and despite his level of injury, he did not complain nor make sounds of discomfort. He followed at Alucard's pace and waited for the blonde to explain what was going on, as he had said he would. ]
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Looking over the surroundings once more to make certain nothing of value belonging to him was left behind, the leather-clad man turned on a booted heel and walked after Alucard without questions or demands.
While the dhampire walked he could feel the other man's scrutiny, hidden eyes sizing him up from head to toe, taking into account everything from posture and gait to the level of detail in his clothing and the lilt of his speech, attempting to learn as much as possible from as little as possible.
He did not ask anything, he did not speak, and despite his level of injury, he did not complain nor make sounds of discomfort. He followed at Alucard's pace and waited for the blonde to explain what was going on, as he had said he would. ]