[ It’s better than he was expecting. Worlds better. She can’t exactly walk off to her death in silent disgust, not in her current state.
(“I have never known a Trevor Belmont.” The speaker says to him, pushing the pistol back into his hands. A speaker cannot do or say anything harsher than to surgically cut someone out of thier own story. In the tale of his friend in the write robe, he never played a part. They do not speak again. He is dead a week later, and the mud frozen too hard to bury the body. It rots, just rotten meat wrapped in white linen, and it never knew Trevor Belmont.)
He breathes in and then out. It’s slow. He’s not conciously playing for time, but he is absolutely playing for time. ]
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(“I have never known a Trevor Belmont.” The speaker says to him, pushing the pistol back into his hands. A speaker cannot do or say anything harsher than to surgically cut someone out of thier own story. In the tale of his friend in the write robe, he never played a part. They do not speak again. He is dead a week later, and the mud frozen too hard to bury the body. It rots, just rotten meat wrapped in white linen, and it never knew Trevor Belmont.)
He breathes in and then out. It’s slow. He’s not conciously playing for time, but he is absolutely playing for time. ]
Is that an order?