[There's too many things piling into Alucard's head at once. Memories of Carmilla, those are at the base of all of this. Every horror he's worked through for the past half year, every moment of that ridiculous thing Trevor invented to help, all the nightmares (every fucking cameo by Leon Belmont in them), they make his stomach fall into the earth below.
Then there's Trevor. Both eyes working. The strangeness of the fact they've still met somehow. (Where's Sypha? Where the fuck is Sypha?) What might have been if there was anything different in the way their lives went. What would have happened had the Belmonts not been seen as heretics. It's nearly wonderful to see him whole, but then the horror of the Morning Star comes home to roost and there's the most important feeling of all: fear of one's life.
He should rescue himself. But then what would four Belmonts make of two of the same dhampir? Would they listen to the fact that this would bring ruin on Wallachia? (You're torturing Dracula's son is a boon not a curse.) No.
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Then there's Trevor. Both eyes working. The strangeness of the fact they've still met somehow. (Where's Sypha? Where the fuck is Sypha?) What might have been if there was anything different in the way their lives went. What would have happened had the Belmonts not been seen as heretics. It's nearly wonderful to see him whole, but then the horror of the Morning Star comes home to roost and there's the most important feeling of all: fear of one's life.
He should rescue himself. But then what would four Belmonts make of two of the same dhampir? Would they listen to the fact that this would bring ruin on Wallachia? (You're torturing Dracula's son is a boon not a curse.) No.
The Hold's layout hasn't changed.
Alucard runs.]