[Alucard wants to mutter about maybe getting some water in a bucket to at least clean off Trevor's face. There's a quieter horror in what that action really means, because it requires him washing his own blood off of it. The three of them being covered in blood it happens from time to time. But not like this. And never to this extent.
He manages to at least lock eyes with Sypha in the end, and that's enough to put that plan into action. The bucket is scooted over the floor with a soft gust of wind, and there's a terrible old scrap of cloth that has been sacrificed for the work. It can sit there for a few moment more.
Even as Trevor speaks of strategy (and it is good strategy, that's always the worst of it), Alucard's grip doesn't change. The worst of the physical pain is long past now. There's just this new terrible dimension of psychological torture.]
We need to clear that place out first, just in case there's anything that can do you harm.
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He manages to at least lock eyes with Sypha in the end, and that's enough to put that plan into action. The bucket is scooted over the floor with a soft gust of wind, and there's a terrible old scrap of cloth that has been sacrificed for the work. It can sit there for a few moment more.
Even as Trevor speaks of strategy (and it is good strategy, that's always the worst of it), Alucard's grip doesn't change. The worst of the physical pain is long past now. There's just this new terrible dimension of psychological torture.]
We need to clear that place out first, just in case there's anything that can do you harm.
[More pointedly, Alucard isn't moving to let go.]