[You'll fucking hate it, she can hear Trevor's voice echoing in her memory, and moves to take the seat opposite Alucard in his desk — the one for visitors, for guests in this office. Not the place she could rightfully claim, standing to his right.
She thinks of the weight of Trevor's gun, how in practice it's so much heavier than it looks. Thinks of a crossroads in the woods and a steel needle working thread through flame-cauterized skin.]
What have you done, my love...
[There's so much that's deliberate about the words she chooses. The recognition that this is already a done thing, that her being told of it is only a formality now. The understanding that he's done something terrible and left her out of it, only to advise her once it was too late to change it. The reminder that she loves him, and how all of those other things are all the more cruel, in light of that love.]
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She thinks of the weight of Trevor's gun, how in practice it's so much heavier than it looks. Thinks of a crossroads in the woods and a steel needle working thread through flame-cauterized skin.]
What have you done, my love...
[There's so much that's deliberate about the words she chooses. The recognition that this is already a done thing, that her being told of it is only a formality now. The understanding that he's done something terrible and left her out of it, only to advise her once it was too late to change it. The reminder that she loves him, and how all of those other things are all the more cruel, in light of that love.]