[Alucard has Trevor in his arms, and he holds so tight and so fast that he has to remind himself air is important. That relaxes his grip only slightly, because Alucard remembers stories like this. (The particulars are not with him right now.) His right hand still clings to his sword.
When he meets the Queen's eyes it is not full of the fury the necromancer saw. It is with a deadly calm, the kind of thing that's probably worse. It means that Alucard's not acting on instinct. On this there has been calm and careful thought, and his anger is fueled by certainty.
She's not Sypha. That's easy enough to bear in mind.]
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[Alucard has Trevor in his arms, and he holds so tight and so fast that he has to remind himself air is important. That relaxes his grip only slightly, because Alucard remembers stories like this. (The particulars are not with him right now.) His right hand still clings to his sword.
When he meets the Queen's eyes it is not full of the fury the necromancer saw. It is with a deadly calm, the kind of thing that's probably worse. It means that Alucard's not acting on instinct. On this there has been calm and careful thought, and his anger is fueled by certainty.
She's not Sypha. That's easy enough to bear in mind.]
In a heartbeat. He chose us.