[The response is sour, and Alucard hangs a sharp right. He's in a terrible mood, this has all gone terribly, there's a forgemaster running around, and his father would have probably killed the man by now. Alucard snarls at that particular thought, speeding merrily through a traffic light.]
We have a five minute drive left, three if I'm quick.
[Let that terrible statement be what Trevor latches onto instead. Please.]
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[The response is sour, and Alucard hangs a sharp right. He's in a terrible mood, this has all gone terribly, there's a forgemaster running around, and his father would have probably killed the man by now. Alucard snarls at that particular thought, speeding merrily through a traffic light.]
We have a five minute drive left, three if I'm quick.
[Let that terrible statement be what Trevor latches onto instead. Please.]