[Alucard sighs heavily as he re-reads what is on the page. He could have figured this out in time, couldn't he? He's paid for a dying man's thoughts because he wanted too much, and now, well.
He spots a tree stump and he sits upon it, taking scant moments to collect himself. To refocus on Trevor, and how that situation might be rectified instead.]
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He spots a tree stump and he sits upon it, taking scant moments to collect himself. To refocus on Trevor, and how that situation might be rectified instead.]