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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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I suppose I can't disagree with you on that.

[ Her eyes widen a tiny, TINY bit, and then she frowns. ]

Lovely, they do not even allow one to rest in peace in this stupid city.

[Fidget.]

Bonkers, right? Thought you should know, if it does happen and you... wake up again. You might get better yet though, you could get better.

Thank you. I'm going to assume I will not wake up again, however, and remain on the safe side.

[ She shrugs. ]

...I don't have much, but is there anything in particular that you might want just in case that does happen?

No I -- I don't want you to... I mean you can't, we have to go home eventually, we have to and sort things out. So you have to live through this, Miss Integra!

You didn't answer my question, Seras.

[ Another shrug, and then she straightens up. ]

Then if I cannot return home, I expect you to accomplish our mission... no matter who or what may come at you. Do you understand, Seras?

I... I don't know...

[She shrinks in on herself a little, then swallows and nods.]

I will, I will, I won't fail you, sir. Not ever.

Figure something out, then, and I'll make sure that it is yours.

[ She merely nods, leaning back with a soft sigh. ]

...Thank you. It is so very imperative that we return things to normal at home.

Control of Master? [Weak grin to show she's joking.

Seras almost sighs too, pulling her legs up onto the chair and wrapping her arms around them.]

I know, it can't... did you read what they said on the network? That it's guilt that's making people sick.

[ UNFORTUNATELY she actually... looks like she's CONSIDERING this. ] ...Do you think you could handle him?

Yes, I saw that, and Alucard brought it up, too. Some things, however, are better left unsaid and unknown... what could you possibly have to be guilty about? Out of all of us here, you must be the most innocent of us all.

[Eyes widen, staring at her.] ... s-seriously?

Well I haven't always... you know, I feel bad about some things, everyone does. I don't think there's anyone who doesn't carry some guilt around.

This is something I have considered for a while, really. Perhaps not here, but at home... you know my feelings on becoming a vampire. I will never do such a thing, nor will I ever settle down and have children, which leaves Alucard very much without a master when I grow old and die, assuming I survive the war. It would be one thing if he could handle himself, but you and I both know his true nature. [ Headtilt. ] Do you think you could handle him?

...Then you should admit your guilt to someone, and save yourself, Seras. At least make yourself feel better, hm?

No children? Why not? [Well she knows how Integra is but, but she could find someone, maybe.] I won't let you die in the war, I'll protect you, sir. But... you have a point, if Master was free he might... I would do my damn best if you would trust me with that honour, Miss Integra.

Maybe we both should, if it can heal you. And even if you don't want to tell someone maybe if you... if you forgave yourself, whatever it is that's bothering you.

...I'd be a terrible mother, Seras. [ She shrugs. ] I know you will. Good, then I entrust you to him, then, should something happen. [ She's pleased that the young woman isn't questioning her as to why she wouldn't have Walter doing it. It makes things less complicated. ]

...Perhaps.

I don't think so. [She says it quietly. And why not Walter? Walter's old and she assumes Integra is being practical in the long run.]

I don't want you to die, Miss Integra, you're my... [Is this overstepping bounds?] I care about you, very much.

...I wouldn't want to shove this burden off onto another child, either, like it was shoved off onto me, so I think it's best that the family name ends with me.

[ Blink. She lifts her tea saucer one more time to finish off the rest of her now cold tea, if only to hide a tiny, tiny smile,. ] I know. I care about you, too.

[That makes her think and then she nods, hugging her legs a little tighter.]

[Unlike Integra Seras does not hide smiles, her eyes light up and she looks better somehow, relieved and happy to hear this.] Thank you, sir.

[ She has to also try not to gag on this tea, because honestly it's disgusting cold. So she quickly wipes the smile from her face and replaces the cup onto her nightstand, nodding. ] Shouldn't I be thanking you, really?

You don't have to thank me, Miss Integra. [Smile.] I'd be all sorts of out if it weren't for you and Hellsing.

That's not true. [ You, dearest Seras, happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and she knows it. Still, she seems confident in the choice that she made, and that's all Integra can ask for. ] Still, I'm glad that you don't mind being apart of our little family.

I don't. [She says, smiling still.] Glad to be here, really, and help.

That's good to know. You seem to have a lot of people here who care about you.

Oh well I... I don't know, just been trying to keep busy, do what I can while I'm here. Help keeps my mind off things.

...I have not formally apologized for absolutely destroying your room a few weeks back, either, have I? [ Yeah. Remember that, Police Girl. :| How are those chocolate ice cream stains going for you. ]

Oh well... no, it's... you weren't really yourself.

That's no excuse, and I am terribly sorry for my actions. They were absolutely uncalled for.

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