[Alucard's only focus is on time. It has to be, because just watching the way Trevor angles himself, the way he drinks, it feels like the Belmont is getting lost. It makes sense of course - why wouldn't a dhampir be overwhelmed with freely offered blood? In truth, that he hadn't leapt upon Sypha after she was stabbed felt like a pointed demonstration of the Belmont's self control rather than something genuine.
He knows where there should be a first aid kit among the books here, and it's only a few shelves over. When Trevor is done, he'll stand and go get it. The matter will be resolved, and this won't happen again. Probably because if Alucard's going to be truthful? He has low odds on their survival rate.
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He knows where there should be a first aid kit among the books here, and it's only a few shelves over. When Trevor is done, he'll stand and go get it. The matter will be resolved, and this won't happen again. Probably because if Alucard's going to be truthful? He has low odds on their survival rate.
Twenty nine.
Thirty.
Alucard tugs at Trevor's hair with force.]
That's thirty You can stop.