[Alucard's mind reels through the possibilities of how to tell stories with no sound. He cannot say the obvious: write them down. It is against everything speakers stand for, and he cannot say with any certainty that the tribe these speakers came from might even know how to do it. He's so quiet, quiet as his grip on Sypha tightens, quiet as he struggles to find suggestions.]

Morse? Some other kind of code that relies on hand gestures?

[They're the first things that spring to mind. They might not know such a thing, even if Trevor is likely to. He's shaking, absently, trying to find the correct solution in all of this horror.]

I. I think I remember something, but I don't know how far my father ever got in developing it. It involved finding another way for vibrations to leave the throat, and they were amplified by a sound system so that words could be understood. I remember it required a surgery though, and that's...

[It's too cruel. It demands too much.]