[For better or worse, Alucard doesn't fight it. There's a part of him, deep down, that realizes the help is required even if the rest of him hisses and spits and scratches at the mere thought. So he doesn't fight back.
He's still. Breath shallow, chest barely rising and falling. Still enough? he almost asks, but doesn't. He's just...he just ceases any major movement, and so at least it lets Trevor work.
Quick, he says. Alucard's ready to be proven wrong.]
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He's still. Breath shallow, chest barely rising and falling. Still enough? he almost asks, but doesn't. He's just...he just ceases any major movement, and so at least it lets Trevor work.
Quick, he says. Alucard's ready to be proven wrong.]