[Alucard's eyes go from Trevor to his companion. She's in a famil-- Speaker his mind supplies, and so he understands a little of what's happened. Whatever the key to the enchantment was (some kind of affection beyond the kiss), she's solved it.
His long fingers brush against the glass of the case, over the flowers, and he feels the cushions beneath. The Belmonts, to his genuine surprise, have taken care of him. Strange. But nice, in their way and--
--Ah. That's who's been so sad around him, it seems.]
If you had made it weird, it seems. [He's sat up now, and his eyes go to Sypha.]
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His long fingers brush against the glass of the case, over the flowers, and he feels the cushions beneath. The Belmonts, to his genuine surprise, have taken care of him. Strange. But nice, in their way and--
--Ah. That's who's been so sad around him, it seems.]
If you had made it weird, it seems. [He's sat up now, and his eyes go to Sypha.]
What is the year of your Lord?