[There is a clatter, and the screen flickers for a few moments. A flash of an apartment, static, blackness, then more static. Slowly, the static fades back into a normal image. It is the apartment again, and Basil's lower body can be seen as he paces rapidly around the room, gray tail thrashing from side to side.]
Bloody hell!
[Basil moves off
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Get control of yourself IMMEDIATELY!
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Oh...dear.
[With his free hand Basil pushes some stray hairs back behind his ears, then removes a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his eyes. His voice still has a slight tremor.]
Sir Hellsing. Apologies...And pardon my appearance. I did not realize this was on.
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What's the problem, then? Aside from the obvious, of course.
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[He pushes up his glasses and massages the bridge of his nose. His voice is relatively calm now.]
Paradise...us being brought here...this has obviously been going on for a while; a year at least, but I would not be surprised if it was much longer. Surely people that arrived here before us have been trying to find a way home, but still have not discovered a way back.
If people trying for months or years to travel to their home world have failed, then what hope do we have of doing the same? It could take years, or be so beyond us that we will all be dead by the time a solution is discovered. Alternatively, it could simply be impossible.
[A heavy sigh]
I may never see my family again. My entire life has disappeared.
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Because, good sir, the moment we do such is the moment whatever foul power behind this entire debacle has won.
[She leans forward, blue eyes smoldering.]
And somehow, we all will escape the clutches of this hellish place. I swear it by my word as a Hellsing.
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Yes. You're right. I mustn't give yet.
[The way she speaks...I believe her despite myself.]
Thank you, Sir Hellsing. Your words are greatly appreciated.
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Of course, Sir Padmore.
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