If she sent help, then the Belmonts would learn of a new way to deal with vampires. It's not a positive or a negative, that. It simply...is, I suppose.

[Alucard can't know what this mirrors, not in any meaningful way. All he knows is that this is a ritual, a letting go, a catharsis that isn't meant for him. Not really, not in any meaningful way. He's wearing the mask of another man, and in that, he's gotten to know Trevor perhaps more than Trevor would ever allow for in usual circumstances.]

You need to sleep, Trevor. The outlook will be better in the morning. And there will be less worry too.

[Alucard kisses the top of Trevor's head.]

You won't lose it.