[That's more than enough for Alucard's ears. He squeezes Trevor's hands again. Thank you. He'll never demand peace or acceptance of his father. Not from himself not from Wallachia, not from the world, but most of all, not from a Belmont. There are 400 years of deaths there, and things cannot be forgiven. Peace, perhaps, but that is only peace.
The smile that flicks across Alucard's face is very still. Very soft. It reflects a deeper contemplation.]
I shall take that. And for all the inventions that live in this home, I am glad to have you contribute to them.
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The smile that flicks across Alucard's face is very still. Very soft. It reflects a deeper contemplation.]
I shall take that. And for all the inventions that live in this home, I am glad to have you contribute to them.