Don't be ridiculous. If this works, I have to give it a halfway decent name and enter it into the Hold. Which means Sypha gets to name it, because you'll just name it Rock.
[It is a joke. A real one, because there's no greater joy than dragging Belmonts for their terrible sense at naming things. It even comes with the closest thing that Alucard has managed to a smile in over two weeks, because he was grimfaced even before this turning nonsense began.
His eyes remain on the needles in Trevor's arm, even as a final pair of hands come to rest on the stone. Sypha tries to speak of magic in plainer terms, that intent is more important than thinking of it as magic in any way that involves mysticism or spells or anything else because intent is at the base, but they've all tried to explain magic to Trevor time and again.
So Alucard settles for something blunter:]
Put every single stubborn thought you've ever had into this thing by running it over and over in your head. A portion, I realize, shall have to do, since you've spent a lifetime behaving like that.
[It's close to that same joking tone, but with greater urgency. They have little time left, and Alucard needs to do his part too.
I have watched this happen for nine days. I will not allow this. I will not permit this. I am the only man who may have even a fraction of that cursed blood in my veins, and that is only because my mother loved my father so dearly. I love this man just as much, if not more. So for that, for the concept of equviliant exchange, I shall draw all of it out. This man is a man, no other's will can change that fact. I say these things through no faith in a God, only in myself and in knowledge that the world runs on intent. It is my intent that all of this will be so, and I shall rend the world in two if I am defied. I will not permit this and the world shall heel to my commands.]
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[It is a joke. A real one, because there's no greater joy than dragging Belmonts for their terrible sense at naming things. It even comes with the closest thing that Alucard has managed to a smile in over two weeks, because he was grimfaced even before this turning nonsense began.
His eyes remain on the needles in Trevor's arm, even as a final pair of hands come to rest on the stone. Sypha tries to speak of magic in plainer terms, that intent is more important than thinking of it as magic in any way that involves mysticism or spells or anything else because intent is at the base, but they've all tried to explain magic to Trevor time and again.
So Alucard settles for something blunter:]
Put every single stubborn thought you've ever had into this thing by running it over and over in your head. A portion, I realize, shall have to do, since you've spent a lifetime behaving like that.
[It's close to that same joking tone, but with greater urgency. They have little time left, and Alucard needs to do his part too.
I have watched this happen for nine days. I will not allow this. I will not permit this. I am the only man who may have even a fraction of that cursed blood in my veins, and that is only because my mother loved my father so dearly. I love this man just as much, if not more. So for that, for the concept of equviliant exchange, I shall draw all of it out. This man is a man, no other's will can change that fact. I say these things through no faith in a God, only in myself and in knowledge that the world runs on intent. It is my intent that all of this will be so, and I shall rend the world in two if I am defied. I will not permit this and the world shall heel to my commands.]