[The vampire has been sat at the edge of the bed since Trevor was moved there. Carrying the Belmont was his job. Sypha's ice magic was hers. Then there had been a very long argument that boiled down to "why did you go after that fucker without including me?" and "you are both so stupid." Both points were impossible to fight against, and the vampire didn't try. He simply looked guiltier and guiltier.
(There's going to be bad memories stirred up in her head too. They're really the worst, aren't they?)
Alucard takes both of Trevor's hands in his, directing them to squeeze him rather than reach for anything else.]
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[The vampire has been sat at the edge of the bed since Trevor was moved there. Carrying the Belmont was his job. Sypha's ice magic was hers. Then there had been a very long argument that boiled down to "why did you go after that fucker without including me?" and "you are both so stupid." Both points were impossible to fight against, and the vampire didn't try. He simply looked guiltier and guiltier.
(There's going to be bad memories stirred up in her head too. They're really the worst, aren't they?)
Alucard takes both of Trevor's hands in his, directing them to squeeze him rather than reach for anything else.]
Don't move your head. You're concussed.