[ Sypha gives chase, one hand on Alucard's back for just a moment before Trevor gives one last cough and moths flood from his mouth, his body withering away into nothing. She sighs out something uncharacteristically vulgar as the plauge of moths leaves the cave. ]
Tomorrow. [ She says, running fingers through Alucard's fur. ] Come back tomorrow. We'll try again.
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Tomorrow. [ She says, running fingers through Alucard's fur. ] Come back tomorrow. We'll try again.