[There's only one real response, and that's fuck you. Carmilla leaves before Alucard can say it, and he's glad for it. The way that Trevor falls forward is almost needed, because at that point he knows how he can function.
Alucard runs, putting both of his hands over Trevor's. Staying quiet isn't an option either, even as he squeezes both hands reassuringly.]
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Alucard runs, putting both of his hands over Trevor's. Staying quiet isn't an option either, even as he squeezes both hands reassuringly.]
She's left. You're here, you're anchored.