[The thing Sypha discovers, watching them with the utmost contentment, is that her satisfaction with how things are unfolding isn't even just that she really, really enjoys watching Trevor and Alucard make out with each other (she does, a lot), but that she orchestrated this for the both of them, from love of them. Knowing that they both wanted this, craved this, and she brought it to fruition is — well, thrilling, somehow. Enough so that she doesn't even object to the fact that she's relegated to watching for the time being, because right now all she wants to do is watch. They make a magnificent show; it would be a shame to overlook a single detail.
Look at them. Look at Alucard, letting go of his eternal restraint, letting himself be reckless. Look at Trevor, almost beatific in his pleasure, his whole demeanor saturated with happiness instead of melancholy and martyrdom.
Look at them. She did this.
Look at them, so glad to be together and alive and in love.
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Look at them. Look at Alucard, letting go of his eternal restraint, letting himself be reckless. Look at Trevor, almost beatific in his pleasure, his whole demeanor saturated with happiness instead of melancholy and martyrdom.
Look at them. She did this.
Look at them, so glad to be together and alive and in love.
She did this.
She did this.]