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[ Despite looking far worse than she did the last time she appeared over the network, Integra looks, at the least, determined. She's sitting up in a chair this time around, not in bed, and she's dressed in her suit -- it's somewhat wrinkled, mind you, considering it took her every ounce of energy she had to get the stupid thing on.

With a shaky hand, the young heiress lifts a teacup from her nightstand; a dead give away that she's quarantined herself to her room, still. Using her other hand to steady it, she takes a small sip to wet her throat before speaking.

Her voice is gravely and hoarse, it's obvious she's having a hard time speaking. ]

I am in need of someone who can draw up a last will. If I am to die in this bloody place, I'm going to be legal. I don't have many things, I can assure you... so it will be quite simple. This is, naturally, assuming I die.

[ Because she sure as shit feels like it. ]

I don't want to do anything in person, naturally, I wouldn't want to infect anyone else. So if anyone knows of a good attorney or someone along those lines, if they would so kindly direct them my way... thank you.

[ The feed ends. ]

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[She was doing it again; acting like she was beyond his help. Walter couldn't understand why.]

Just because you say that doesn't mean I won't stop trying.

[ She merely shook her head again, rolling her right shoulder, listening to the sickening crack it gave. ]

I appreciate the offer, but you need to worry about yourself before you worry about me.

[At that, Walter tensed. He was getting rather tired of her telling him to worry about himself first. Even when people weren't sick, Walter wasn't one to be immensely concerned with his own well-being.]

I'll worry about people in whatever order I please. And however strongly I please. You're just going to have to deal with it.

[ She sighed, feeling her head starting to throb again. She didn't want to, or need to start an argument with Walter; honestly, he was so much different in her time... ]

You're just going to have to deal with the fact, then, that I am not a little girl anymore, and I am most certainly not as weak as I may have been when I was apparently here before. I do appreciate your concern, but just like you, I will also do what I like.

[ Turning her head away to once again muffle another coughing attack against her elbow, she frowns. ]

And right now, I feel that both of us need to rest.

[Her words cut as surely as they would have if they were from a child to its parent-- because, in some ways, Walter saw himself as an extra parental figure to Integra; as he knew, there would be no children born from his loins, so even though Integra was not related to him by blood she was still to him very much his child. And he had very nearly been told that she was too old to be cared for, and that he, perhaps, was not needed. Not as a parent. Not any more.]

...Yes, Sir.

[The words were stressed, his vocal chords strained with the tension of his body.]

I suppose we shall have to continue this some other time. Good night.

[ She knew that tone; she'd heard it on his older counterpart a few times at home.

Not bothering to give it much thought, the young woman suddenly stood up, leaned down, and pressed a kiss against the poor butler's forehead. She couldn't feel Alucard's presence; had the stupid vampire been in the room, affection would have been a no no. She'd never bloody hear the end of it. ]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap... I apologize. I need you to promise me something, though.

[ There's a pause as she lifts her hands to his shoulders. ]

...Promise me you'll never change.

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