[ The faint ‘then we set the fucking place on fire, no more fucking shadows’ that Alucard hears is probably not a deliberate vocalisation, because Trevor is saying something completely different. ]

I can deal with shadows. Let me test-

[ Let him see what more he can do with Alucard’s intent. No weapons to hand, so he just uses the brush instead, Alucard’s hands picking it up and clasping around the handle of it. Immediately the ink that it was dipped in begins to glow, as if the brush were used for painting with starlight. ]

-not ideal, compared to no fucking shadows at all. Combined with Belmont shit on the sword, it might be enough.