[Alucard hardly reacts when Trevor's hand settles where it is. His body wants to react in a certain way (turning, reaching out, clinging) but she isn't here. She hasn't been here in four centuries.
He's just quiet and still, no tension in him at all.]
Don't stick me in a coffin again when this is done, Belmont. Promise me you won't.
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He's just quiet and still, no tension in him at all.]
Don't stick me in a coffin again when this is done, Belmont. Promise me you won't.