[ And like that, he's gone. Trevor watches, face betraying nothing, as the nightmarish horse fades into the night. Dracula's most loyal go with him, leaving a court of whispers behind him.
What follows is long and agonising and frankly not really interesting enough to justify how awful it is. At least if someone tried something stupid something would have happened. Instead it's hours of watching Alucard twisted into a shape that he was never meant to be. People want answers about how things will be in his father's absence. He gives those answers, almost identical to the word to those that Dracula must have given to the same questions only days before. When it ends, he's the one to dismiss the crowd. A few remain at the castle for another day. Most set off for their own territories.
They leave last, and he holds the door for Alucard before following. ]
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What follows is long and agonising and frankly not really interesting enough to justify how awful it is. At least if someone tried something stupid something would have happened. Instead it's hours of watching Alucard twisted into a shape that he was never meant to be. People want answers about how things will be in his father's absence. He gives those answers, almost identical to the word to those that Dracula must have given to the same questions only days before. When it ends, he's the one to dismiss the crowd. A few remain at the castle for another day. Most set off for their own territories.
They leave last, and he holds the door for Alucard before following. ]