[Alucard has always known that the side of the father he's grown up with is only one part of him. Dracula is still the thing of legend and fear for a great many people, and watching the Silk Merchant's death is a cold, terrifying remidner of that fact. More than once, he shudders, and he has to let go of Trevor's hand once in order to focus himself.
But as for Dracula. The Merchant is dead. He swipes the restraints of the unicorn away without a second's thought, hardly concerned about the thing or it's fate. It has done it's service, drawing his attention to the pinned moth.
He knows what it is. It is a Belmont's focus, and yet...there's something far deeper afoot, and there has always been one tenous, fragile agreement between himself and Leon.
The moth's pins are removed. Dracula does nothing more.]
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But as for Dracula. The Merchant is dead. He swipes the restraints of the unicorn away without a second's thought, hardly concerned about the thing or it's fate. It has done it's service, drawing his attention to the pinned moth.
He knows what it is. It is a Belmont's focus, and yet...there's something far deeper afoot, and there has always been one tenous, fragile agreement between himself and Leon.
The moth's pins are removed. Dracula does nothing more.]