[ He is still, because he has no choice but to be still. Alucard's grip is powerful, powerful enough that to try to move would be struggling. And he is safe here. Safe from doing that terrible thing again. Sypha stands some distance away. She does not approach (because of the blood, Trevor knows in the back of his mind, because there is so much blood and if there is even a scratch on her- he can't bring himself to listen to that kind of logic). He can hardly blame her. He wouldn't want to be anywhere near him, either.
(He is disgusting. He is disgusting. He is disgusting and he is so fucking weak. Useless.)
He can feel a warm breeze over his hair and Alucard's, as she comforts them both the only way she can from such a distance. She mumbles something about drawing them both a bath once midnight strikes, so that she can hold them safely then. He can't say sorry. Not only because he's already been forbidden to, but because how the fuck can sorry be enough for what he's just done? He hasn't heard so much pain in Alucard's voice, so much fear in Sypha's, since the boat and the silver and the communion wine. What he does say, eventually, is more cold strategy. ]
The barracks. I'll stay in the barracks. [ It's a seperate building, small, near the table. Probably used to sleep Leon and his company (they had not found a room of Leon's own in this place, and while there was no doubt as to where he truly spent his nights, propriety would have demanded that he at least pretend to keep quarters of his own). ] We can flood it with the fucking incense, and the two of you can observe whatever you need to through the mirror.
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(He is disgusting. He is disgusting. He is disgusting and he is so fucking weak. Useless.)
He can feel a warm breeze over his hair and Alucard's, as she comforts them both the only way she can from such a distance. She mumbles something about drawing them both a bath once midnight strikes, so that she can hold them safely then. He can't say sorry. Not only because he's already been forbidden to, but because how the fuck can sorry be enough for what he's just done? He hasn't heard so much pain in Alucard's voice, so much fear in Sypha's, since the boat and the silver and the communion wine. What he does say, eventually, is more cold strategy. ]
The barracks. I'll stay in the barracks. [ It's a seperate building, small, near the table. Probably used to sleep Leon and his company (they had not found a room of Leon's own in this place, and while there was no doubt as to where he truly spent his nights, propriety would have demanded that he at least pretend to keep quarters of his own). ] We can flood it with the fucking incense, and the two of you can observe whatever you need to through the mirror.