[Hector comes first to the enclosed courtyard the next day at the same time, but the prisoners aren't there. He waits for a while, but eventually has to conclude Alucard won't be promenading in the sunlight this afternoon. So Hector finally explores a portion of the castle he's been avoiding: the dungeon.
He can't help but mentally compare the dank cells to Carmilla's, try as he might not to. Less biting chill, but more damp, about the same level of depressing darkness. The guards allow him through, though they raise their eyebrows as he scans the hallway, remarking about how he must be looking for a specific punching bag.
It puts Hector into much less cheerful a mood than he'd been up in the courtyard. When he finally spots a blond head in a cell, he sidles up to it and crosses his arms.]
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He can't help but mentally compare the dank cells to Carmilla's, try as he might not to. Less biting chill, but more damp, about the same level of depressing darkness. The guards allow him through, though they raise their eyebrows as he scans the hallway, remarking about how he must be looking for a specific punching bag.
It puts Hector into much less cheerful a mood than he'd been up in the courtyard. When he finally spots a blond head in a cell, he sidles up to it and crosses his arms.]
You stood me up. I'm heartbroken.