[Alucard takes Trevor's weight all too easily. It's like carrying a little sack of grapes if he's being honest, and as he walks forward?
No. He can't imagine what it'd be like, walking away from a burning wreck. Someone in his arms, gloriously alive instead of all the variations on the other option. He has to stay focused and in the moment. Eyes ahead. Ignoring the scent of blood in the air.]
I can cross streams, Belmont.
[The tone is soft. Chiding. And so Alucard keeps moving them both, to the stream. Along to the undergrowth.]
Keep talking to me, so I know you're not passed out of blood loss.
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No. He can't imagine what it'd be like, walking away from a burning wreck. Someone in his arms, gloriously alive instead of all the variations on the other option. He has to stay focused and in the moment. Eyes ahead. Ignoring the scent of blood in the air.]
I can cross streams, Belmont.
[The tone is soft. Chiding. And so Alucard keeps moving them both, to the stream. Along to the undergrowth.]
Keep talking to me, so I know you're not passed out of blood loss.