[Alucard knows he's missed something. It's in how Trevor trails off, it's the tone of voice that completes the sentence. He doesn't know what he's missed, and in truth, Alucard isn't happy about it. (There are other things to be unhappy about. This one is small, so it's easier to focus on.) Trevor's train of thought, he and Sypha have both learned, can be a thing that makes the man harder to live with and harder to talk to, prompting them both to worry.
They worry about him a lot more these days, it feels.
The vampire tries to sit up straight, and he actually manages to do so without too much agony.]
You're the only person who would've come up with such an antidote.
[And isn't that the truth? Only the Belmonts, with eight centuries of knowledge to pass down, would be able to come up with ways to remove silver from a half-vampire's lungs in a minimally invasive way. There could be other things they come up with in time, but for now...
...Trevor's right. Fuck. Damien forcing his hand was the best thing that ever happened.]
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They worry about him a lot more these days, it feels.
The vampire tries to sit up straight, and he actually manages to do so without too much agony.]
You're the only person who would've come up with such an antidote.
[And isn't that the truth? Only the Belmonts, with eight centuries of knowledge to pass down, would be able to come up with ways to remove silver from a half-vampire's lungs in a minimally invasive way. There could be other things they come up with in time, but for now...
...Trevor's right. Fuck. Damien forcing his hand was the best thing that ever happened.]
This home needs you.