[Alucard takes the moment to look over Hector's shoulders. Still nothing, but there are eyes peering out from nearby cells. None of this is as subtle as he had hoped for, and now they're going to run the risk of someone willing to snitch in order to get out of this place themselves.
He hates it. He hates it so much that he doesn't even react to Hector needing to brush back more of his hair. There's only a return of his eyes to Hector's work.
Nothing chips. Nothing breaks. There isn't even a sign that any damage has been done at all. That seems to suggest a supplement or two in forging, and that is going to demand so much more effort than just a simple tool like this.]
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He hates it. He hates it so much that he doesn't even react to Hector needing to brush back more of his hair. There's only a return of his eyes to Hector's work.
Nothing chips. Nothing breaks. There isn't even a sign that any damage has been done at all. That seems to suggest a supplement or two in forging, and that is going to demand so much more effort than just a simple tool like this.]
Once more, then we conclude.