...she won’t, I-

[ He lets his head hang, then shakes it weakly. ]

-she won’t listen. She’ll just stay anyway, and she’ll know what’s coming. And- shit.

[ He takes a deep breath, composes himself again. Acts like he’s above this. Above going to a vampire and a castle and begging. There’s a terrible question that hangs in the air, if he’s seen what Dracula intends to do to the scholar of the prophecy, then the other two- ]

-we just won’t fail.