[Alucard doesn't fuss. He's still, but he does't tense. Not when Sypha touches him, and not when Trevor goes to work. There's too much happening for him to seize upon one thing and be terrified.
Who's to say if that's for good or ill. For now, it simply is.
The tug at his shirt gets a soft sigh, and Alucard reaches one hand over to place atop Trevor's. He's in pain. Touch is...he can manage it. He can manage that right now.
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Who's to say if that's for good or ill. For now, it simply is.
The tug at his shirt gets a soft sigh, and Alucard reaches one hand over to place atop Trevor's. He's in pain. Touch is...he can manage it. He can manage that right now.
He's smelled burning flesh before. Alucard doesn't care.]
Belmont. [He breathes out.] I want to see her crumble in the sun. Need to.