[The patchouli is too strong. Fucks with Alucard's sense of smell, and it's a blessing that the smell is not concentrated in the basement. He's still going slow, still not daring to rush ahead to rescue Sypha because there are too many other factors at play.
(Oh, he wants to though. To throw all caution to the wind, pretend that there are no other people in the world that rely upon him, and tell every consequence to go to Hell. It's a terrible and overly romantic idea that he will confess only when she is well.)
Trevor asks him to turn, just for a moment. A hunch about how escaping might go, and Alucard obliges. Trevor's seeing the swirls in the walls just as he is, and it may be giving the Belmont an idea that Alucard has missed.]
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(Oh, he wants to though. To throw all caution to the wind, pretend that there are no other people in the world that rely upon him, and tell every consequence to go to Hell. It's a terrible and overly romantic idea that he will confess only when she is well.)
Trevor asks him to turn, just for a moment. A hunch about how escaping might go, and Alucard obliges. Trevor's seeing the swirls in the walls just as he is, and it may be giving the Belmont an idea that Alucard has missed.]
Where else do you need me to focus?