[By the time Trevor returns, the Potamian is well and destroyed, and the vampire is hunched over in his seat, his hands holding his head up. It doesn't really help, but it's something at least, and the vampire has managed to not spit up blood onto the floor. That feels like an accomplishment, and that shouldn't be.]
Fine, fine.
[The words are rougher now. Croaked out, showing genuine strain in doing so. He hasn't even looked up.]
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Fine, fine.
[The words are rougher now. Croaked out, showing genuine strain in doing so. He hasn't even looked up.]