[Alucard's eyes aren't on the question of the poor fuck who's been forced into doing this. He's hardly in Alucard's thoughts. All Alucard's mind is capable of hooking onto is the pain right now. If he wasn't doing that, he'd be demanding that Trevor go over the damn speed limit and the vampire's condition would be enough to talk them out of being pulled over and given a speeding ticket.
At least Trevor's voice cuts through the pain, however temporary it is. There's...it isn't comforting. It's just babble. It's just a distraction, but it's enough to at least prevent the worst part of absolute panic from seizing the vampire in full.
He can't make noises of acknowledging that Trevor's speaking. Not until the matter of Potatobrands is mentioned, and at least Alucard can go about retrieving those. (He has to undo his seatbelt.)
The Godbrand is still terrible and squishy, and he's being crushed under Alucard's hand in minutes.]
Thank you. That's...help.
[That's help. What a stunning command of language he has.]
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At least Trevor's voice cuts through the pain, however temporary it is. There's...it isn't comforting. It's just babble. It's just a distraction, but it's enough to at least prevent the worst part of absolute panic from seizing the vampire in full.
He can't make noises of acknowledging that Trevor's speaking. Not until the matter of Potatobrands is mentioned, and at least Alucard can go about retrieving those. (He has to undo his seatbelt.)
The Godbrand is still terrible and squishy, and he's being crushed under Alucard's hand in minutes.]
Thank you. That's...help.
[That's help. What a stunning command of language he has.]