[Alucard doesn't clarify or elaborate. He only falls quiet, using his own coat sleeve to wipe at his tears. Thank God he doesn't cry blood like his father. His face would be an absolute mess.
The question is barely heard. A low response comes:]
Do as you like.
[The letters are mostly next to Trevor at this point, read and then turned face down]
no subject
The question is barely heard. A low response comes:]
Do as you like.
[The letters are mostly next to Trevor at this point, read and then turned face down]