...no need. There'll be no- [ Possum shit. ] -he just makes that smell when he gets upset.

[ He's back in the present, at least. The smell is- actually very good for being sure of that. Dog continues to play dead, he'll be like that for a while now. Trevor doesn't get up, just lets his gaze drift from Alucard to the ceiling and back. He's here, safe. Those people died a long time again, all of them, in the fires of a war they wanted. ]

That's- uh. That's why I don't like the two of you touching it. Fucks with my head, and the last thing I want is to hurt one of you. [ And then quieter, because he doesn't want to be ungrateful. Because this will help, just maybe not in that way. ] I don't know if this'll change that. It's- fucking dragons.

[ Isn't that just the constant refrain? ]