eleventh hellsing
[She had known the moment she had woken up and found her bedside table empty of its morning tea. Her clothes not yet set out for the day, and a neat report of the last day's work laid out for her perusal during breakfast.
Gone.
In some ways it was more of a blow than losing Alucard. Where he might be her strength in battle, Walter was certainly her strength in heart. Without him, this war became harder to fight. He was her right hand man, her ally, her butler; but more than that, he had been a confidant and friend against a prison inhabited by those too moronic or too stubborn to truly fight.
Without him, she was... lonely.
Very calmly, she took out her cigar case and clicked it open, put one between her lips and lit it. The smoke was heady and familiar, voice low.]
...Damn it, Walter.
Gone.
In some ways it was more of a blow than losing Alucard. Where he might be her strength in battle, Walter was certainly her strength in heart. Without him, this war became harder to fight. He was her right hand man, her ally, her butler; but more than that, he had been a confidant and friend against a prison inhabited by those too moronic or too stubborn to truly fight.
Without him, she was... lonely.
Very calmly, she took out her cigar case and clicked it open, put one between her lips and lit it. The smoke was heady and familiar, voice low.]
...Damn it, Walter.