[Alucard isn't sure what to expect. He understands what Leon was. And is. But to walk out of that door dressed in clothes he couldn't afford in one hundred lifetimes, floating due to scarred feet, his hand in Trevor's and then to be faced with that?
It is a lot. His eyes almost ache from just looking at the man, and his hand in Trevor's tightens. Just a little. Not from fear, but just from being overwhelmed.
They're all like that, aren't they? Overwhelming, the Belmonts. Even when they're trying to be normal.
Or formal?
Alucard's still not sure what this process is. How regimented it has to be.
That shows when his response to Leon is a terrible mix of the two.]
--If it did, I don't think I was old enough to remember it. I'm still only Adrian. I'd prefer that over....
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It is a lot. His eyes almost ache from just looking at the man, and his hand in Trevor's tightens. Just a little. Not from fear, but just from being overwhelmed.
They're all like that, aren't they? Overwhelming, the Belmonts. Even when they're trying to be normal.
Or formal?
Alucard's still not sure what this process is. How regimented it has to be.
That shows when his response to Leon is a terrible mix of the two.]
--If it did, I don't think I was old enough to remember it. I'm still only Adrian. I'd prefer that over....
[His free hand gestures, then falls.]
Sorry, I'm not used to this.