[ Trevor just purses his lips, looks down at Sypha one last time, and then looks up, swallowing as he meets Alucard's gaze, so much softer than it had been before. ]
I'm sorry.
[ The sun starts to peek over the horizon as he says it, and the rabbit fairy pulls her brother into line before Alucard can say anything more, dusting him down and straightening his hair and pushing him around to correct his posture. She looks expectantly at the woman with the dogs, who makes her hounds sit properly but not without sighing as if it's a terrible nuisance to have to do so.
Leon Belmont arrives with the sun, as he has done for four hundred years. Unlike his children, he appears entirely human, save for that when part of him moves through the shadow of a tree branch that part disappears entirely. His expression is impassive as he looks over the fairy siblings, and his voice calm and soft. ]
Who is responsible?
[ Trevor steps forward, and Leon sighs. Carefully, he takes from from his belt a small, jeweled box and holds it out. A single moth leaves Trevor, settling itself into the box. Leon closes it.
And then he draws his sword and plunges it into Trevor's chest. The rabbit fairy looks away as moths fall away from her brother, each tumbling to the ground in flames. ]
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[ Trevor just purses his lips, looks down at Sypha one last time, and then looks up, swallowing as he meets Alucard's gaze, so much softer than it had been before. ]
I'm sorry.
[ The sun starts to peek over the horizon as he says it, and the rabbit fairy pulls her brother into line before Alucard can say anything more, dusting him down and straightening his hair and pushing him around to correct his posture. She looks expectantly at the woman with the dogs, who makes her hounds sit properly but not without sighing as if it's a terrible nuisance to have to do so.
Leon Belmont arrives with the sun, as he has done for four hundred years. Unlike his children, he appears entirely human, save for that when part of him moves through the shadow of a tree branch that part disappears entirely. His expression is impassive as he looks over the fairy siblings, and his voice calm and soft. ]
Who is responsible?
[ Trevor steps forward, and Leon sighs. Carefully, he takes from from his belt a small, jeweled box and holds it out. A single moth leaves Trevor, settling itself into the box. Leon closes it.
And then he draws his sword and plunges it into Trevor's chest. The rabbit fairy looks away as moths fall away from her brother, each tumbling to the ground in flames. ]