[ The sunlight is returning now, with the source of the spell now both devoid of the stone that was keeping it alive and reduced to ash. And logically, logically Trevor knows it's returning slowly. Sypha is standing close now, to travel with them both, and he can see her pupils still wide in the darkness. But it seems too bright already.
This shouldn't be happening this quickly. The process should take days. The healing shouldn't set in until after it's done. There's only ever been one recorded process of the healing coming first, of the process happening so quickly in order to keep a body alive. They have all the records of it back at the estate, written in Mathias' hand. The victim is at his hip, consecrated metal already starting to eat at skin even though his clothing.
(Perhaps Dracula's blood would have worked in the same way, turning too quickly and giving its victims a fragment of a vampire's powers even before the turning is complete. They have no way of knowing. Dracula never turned anyone, according to Belmont records. It's why Alucard's strength is so noteworthy even among his kind - there are no other vampires who share Dracula's blood. He's the closest thing there is to a vampire turned by a sire in possession of that fucking stone. Or was.)
It's a lot to expect him to do right now, nodding. And holding on, for that matter. But he tries. He gives a word-like noise and lifts his head slightly before letting it loll back again. And he tries to hold on to the hem of Alucard's coat. Tries. He can't keep a grip, too much blood lost, but Sypha's hand falls over his and pushes his fingers closed and he's pressed between their bodies.
Distantly, he knows it'd be more sense to burn him with the other two. He knows that he's going to have to die. But there's selfishness as well as practicality. He'd rather die somewhere at least a little more like home, with the two of them with him.
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This shouldn't be happening this quickly. The process should take days. The healing shouldn't set in until after it's done. There's only ever been one recorded process of the healing coming first, of the process happening so quickly in order to keep a body alive. They have all the records of it back at the estate, written in Mathias' hand. The victim is at his hip, consecrated metal already starting to eat at skin even though his clothing.
(Perhaps Dracula's blood would have worked in the same way, turning too quickly and giving its victims a fragment of a vampire's powers even before the turning is complete. They have no way of knowing. Dracula never turned anyone, according to Belmont records. It's why Alucard's strength is so noteworthy even among his kind - there are no other vampires who share Dracula's blood. He's the closest thing there is to a vampire turned by a sire in possession of that fucking stone. Or was.)
It's a lot to expect him to do right now, nodding. And holding on, for that matter. But he tries. He gives a word-like noise and lifts his head slightly before letting it loll back again. And he tries to hold on to the hem of Alucard's coat. Tries. He can't keep a grip, too much blood lost, but Sypha's hand falls over his and pushes his fingers closed and he's pressed between their bodies.
Distantly, he knows it'd be more sense to burn him with the other two. He knows that he's going to have to die. But there's selfishness as well as practicality. He'd rather die somewhere at least a little more like home, with the two of them with him.
That would be nice. ]