No silver. We'll have something metal, keep it padded, and then there's Sypha.
[Alucard knows it isn't comforting, but it is ruthlessly practical. He keeps rubbing at Trevor's face even after he's done applying the salve that needs to be there. Just touching.]
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[Alucard knows it isn't comforting, but it is ruthlessly practical. He keeps rubbing at Trevor's face even after he's done applying the salve that needs to be there. Just touching.]
You'll want us there, of course.