[She stumbles back a step or two, deprived of the security of Trevor's shoulder to aim with, deprived of her shield of Belmont reliability and expertise, but she remembers how to aim and how to fire and even as weak as she is, she's got the gun raised up in both hands, never moving it from where it's trained on Dracula's chest.]

I won't let you set him back to the way he was. I won't let you leave him lonely and miserable. And I will not let you put him through the sadness of losing someone who loves him again.

[She's starting to tremble. The gun is too heavy, her arms are too weak. But before that can overwhelm her, she pulls the muzzle of the gun to the side and yanks on the trigger, snapping off a round into the shoulder of the arm that's holding Trevor up by the hair.

Trevor can get through the door, with his Belmont blood. Trevor can snatch Alucard up and carry him with him. And they promised, they promised, that getting Alucard out came first, before anything else.

This isn't how the plan was supposed to go. But it might still work out to the outcome it's supposed to, anyway.

Maybe she'll even be around to see it.]