[Somewhere in all of this, because this is far more painful than Alucard ever expected, he calls out for Sypha. Tells her now! And from the crack below the door there is that horrible, horrible smell. Alucard gags on it, the memories coming up to the surface within an instant. He hears a laugh that he knows is long since dead, and that, that hurts much worse than his destroyed elbow. Because it is so very destroyed, the neatness of the art not learned yet. (He won't have to fucking learn it, they're fixing this.)
When the worst is passed (and that stuff hangs heavy in the air, so heavy, so oppressive), Alucard takes his other arm and very, very carefully makes sure that Trevor's watching as everything heals. It's still instant, because Alucard is himself, and that is the reason he took this risk at all. He could bear it.
He's lost more than a pint, it seems. Not too much over, but Alucard knows that this was a one shot deal at best. There can't be a next time for this, because Sypha would not survive it. That is a simple fact.]
I'm fine.
[It's healed. Nothing lasts from you. You've profaned nothing on me.]
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When the worst is passed (and that stuff hangs heavy in the air, so heavy, so oppressive), Alucard takes his other arm and very, very carefully makes sure that Trevor's watching as everything heals. It's still instant, because Alucard is himself, and that is the reason he took this risk at all. He could bear it.
He's lost more than a pint, it seems. Not too much over, but Alucard knows that this was a one shot deal at best. There can't be a next time for this, because Sypha would not survive it. That is a simple fact.]
I'm fine.
[It's healed. Nothing lasts from you. You've profaned nothing on me.]