[Alucard's not laid down in bed, not really. He's coocooned himself up so much that the thickness of the furs has him on an angle. But with Trevor there, he sits up entirely.]
A final missive from my father. [His voice is soft, eyes refusing to meet Trevor's.]
It reads as a last note and farewell if he never returns.
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A final missive from my father. [His voice is soft, eyes refusing to meet Trevor's.]
It reads as a last note and farewell if he never returns.