[ He doesn't want to mention his own suspicions about Dracula's restraint. They sound strange, coming from the mouth of a Belmont. But he has been pouring over Lisa's notes to make the medicine they've given to Alucard. And he has emerged from those notebooks tired but, ultimately, more merciful than they could have expected. ]
Yeah. It is.
[ And then, because this calls for an awkward distraction from having to think about Dracula having emotions, he rubs his face in Alucard's hair. ]
no subject
[ He doesn't want to mention his own suspicions about Dracula's restraint. They sound strange, coming from the mouth of a Belmont. But he has been pouring over Lisa's notes to make the medicine they've given to Alucard. And he has emerged from those notebooks tired but, ultimately, more merciful than they could have expected. ]
Yeah. It is.
[ And then, because this calls for an awkward distraction from having to think about Dracula having emotions, he rubs his face in Alucard's hair. ]
Ours. Not the city's. Ours.