[ Sypha does move back, but the light in her hand brightens again at the word 'forged'. She directs the light at Trevor's left side, tracing it over him and answering Alucard's question at least to some degree. Twine is wrapped tightly around his left arm, presumably to cut off the blood supply and kill the flesh below it. The same twine is coiled around his hand, keeping them tightly wrapped around the handle of vampire killer - the source of the hissing. Ropes of thick, knotted skin run out across his face from place on the side of his head that's all old blood and rotting flesh and matted hair. Thick chains about his wrists and neck keep him in an awkward position too low to be standing and too high to be anything else. He's slouched, letting them take his weight.
He looks up, with his eyes rather than his whole head, and then back down again. Ugh. This fucking hallucination again. They didn't ask anything last time, just looked him over and debated the best form of euthanasia until he passed out. The time before, they'd been less calm about it. ]
The fuck do you want to know for? S' it make it better this time if I'm only a little bit of a monster?
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He looks up, with his eyes rather than his whole head, and then back down again. Ugh. This fucking hallucination again. They didn't ask anything last time, just looked him over and debated the best form of euthanasia until he passed out. The time before, they'd been less calm about it. ]
The fuck do you want to know for? S' it make it better this time if I'm only a little bit of a monster?
[ There's barely anything left of his voice. ]