"They're a part of you. They can't bother me, not truly."
Scars are scars. Maps of survival. Perhaps moreso on Trevor, whose torso and back is a testament to that fact. Alucard's only scar is a complex thing because of how it was earned and the shape of it, for it misses so many vital parts but just barely. His father as a doctor, and if he had truly meant to kill his son in that awful moment, he would have. The shape is a reminder of the man who he was for twenty odd years, the man who is mourned by a sole survivor.
The shape of the things on Sypha? That is the man who was transformed by grief. The mark is upon her instead of himself, and Alucard can at least think that much is wrong. Unfair. If anyone was to bear those scars, then it should be him.
He doesn't let those thoughts spill forth. Instead there is a soft sigh, and his hand strokes down the marks softly, running perpendicular.
"They're just another part of that legacy. Same as this castle. Same as what I bear in blood and on my skin. Just manifested differently."
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Scars are scars. Maps of survival. Perhaps moreso on Trevor, whose torso and back is a testament to that fact. Alucard's only scar is a complex thing because of how it was earned and the shape of it, for it misses so many vital parts but just barely. His father as a doctor, and if he had truly meant to kill his son in that awful moment, he would have. The shape is a reminder of the man who he was for twenty odd years, the man who is mourned by a sole survivor.
The shape of the things on Sypha? That is the man who was transformed by grief. The mark is upon her instead of himself, and Alucard can at least think that much is wrong. Unfair. If anyone was to bear those scars, then it should be him.
He doesn't let those thoughts spill forth. Instead there is a soft sigh, and his hand strokes down the marks softly, running perpendicular.
"They're just another part of that legacy. Same as this castle. Same as what I bear in blood and on my skin. Just manifested differently."