This is almost objective fact, at this point; between the time he puts in at the library and the fact he's slowly ascended to essentially running Hellsing's training program, he runs himself ragged and finds little time for anything that isn't work. It's easier, lately, to think forward and not back, and it can't last, he can't last like this, but as it has yet to stop him-- here he is, with one of the few things he does have time for: these small moments of oddly grudging thoughtfulness, kindnesses he dresses up in irritation.
He's not very good at being a good person, and he was never a terribly nice one, but he catches himself arranging his offices the way Vanion would and bristles at himself.
"Wolfgang," he says, briskly, carrying a set of books under his arm as he moves to intercept.
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This is almost objective fact, at this point; between the time he puts in at the library and the fact he's slowly ascended to essentially running Hellsing's training program, he runs himself ragged and finds little time for anything that isn't work. It's easier, lately, to think forward and not back, and it can't last, he can't last like this, but as it has yet to stop him-- here he is, with one of the few things he does have time for: these small moments of oddly grudging thoughtfulness, kindnesses he dresses up in irritation.
He's not very good at being a good person, and he was never a terribly nice one, but he catches himself arranging his offices the way Vanion would and bristles at himself.
"Wolfgang," he says, briskly, carrying a set of books under his arm as he moves to intercept.