I can make you let me do it. If — if you need to be forced.

[Whoever would have thought that compulsion could be turned into a kindness, and yet it's far from unfamiliar, between the two of them. Forcing him to tell the truth, forcing him to be able to do what he knows he needs to but hates to admit.

But she nods, and musters a tiny flame to light the myrrh, and shapes her fingers into the crest of a tiny wave as she begins to gather the smoke together and guide it down to Alucard's nose and mouth.]

But I need you. I need you, Trevor, and he does, too. We can't do this without you, so it has to be me. And I want it to be.