[The vampire's still. The vampire's not clinging to the Belmont but it's starting to become that. The vampire's aware of defeat far more now than at any point in all of this. Getting here, suffering the trials, even suffering the fae court, it was still a way to ignore the passage of time. Even before being in Faerie they had been cautious to not treat this as anything but something that could be overcome. The confidence game, faking it until they made it.
This is poking holes into that game, into that lie of triumph that helps power through the fear. Alucard knows he'll teeter on the edge of control if he fails. (Sypha can't hold him back. He can't ask that of her, to shoulder his feelings along with hers.)
He can't say no to any of this. It's a last request if there ever was one, and when Alucard speaks again, his voice is barely audible. He's not looking at Trevor though, not yet.]
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This is poking holes into that game, into that lie of triumph that helps power through the fear. Alucard knows he'll teeter on the edge of control if he fails. (Sypha can't hold him back. He can't ask that of her, to shoulder his feelings along with hers.)
He can't say no to any of this. It's a last request if there ever was one, and when Alucard speaks again, his voice is barely audible. He's not looking at Trevor though, not yet.]
Okay.