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I genuinely do not know. I cannot get a measure of the man, and neither of us want a thing to do with the other.

[Alucard breathes out, then considers.]

His reaction was muted, but I feel as if we're missing something with him as well.

[quickwhip]

[ Hmmm ]

Sypha doesn't seem to think he's a bad person. Think she called him naïve or something.

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He agreed to help commit genocide, Belmont.

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So then we'll keep an eye on him.

[ He leans against the wall then, gaze lingering on his feet. ]

Not sure he can do much here anyways. Would probably get himself eaten by something bigger than him.

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Let's hope he does get eaten then.

[Alucard frowns. Breathes out, knowing what he just said.]

[quickwhip]

[ Well, moving on from that cheery note... ]

I'm going to do a bond thing with Sypha. [ A beat. ] She's a witch.

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That's probably for the better. I have no idea if I've been doing this right, and she'll understand the full of it through instinct. Of that much I'm sure.

[quickwhip]

[ He's just... going to pretend he knows what the fuck Alucard is talking about there. ]

Right.

[ A beat. ]

Thanks for telling her what was happening to me, by the way.

[ That's definitely said a little bitterly. ]

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[He's saying he sucks at doing this Trevor.]

Were you actually going to? At any point?

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I don't know but it would have been nice to have the option to.

[ Yeah he sure is STARING AT YOU, Alucard. ]

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I'm sorry. For me at this point, it is a basic fact. I did not realize that you'd prefer to communicate the matter yourself.

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[ He wants to be MAD still but gets the feeling he'd just argue with Sypha again about it and he just.. doesn't want to, to be honest. So, instead, he sighs and just curls into the wall a little, arms still folded against his chest. ]

Whatever. Just thanks.

[ But he'll leave it at that because Alucard said sorry and all. ]

I'm sure you're happy that she's here though.

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[Alucard's relieved that no argument happens. He just falls awkward and quiet, still not meeting Trevor's eyes.]

I....yes and no.

[quickwhip]

Right, well.

[ A sigh, he pushes himself away from the wall. Standing instead. ]

You don't have to put up with me anymore since she's here, so. Don't be so sulky.

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I'm glad she's here. But I didn't want anyone else we cared about to be forced to deal with this place.

[His shoulders slink downward just a little more. If his own misery wasn't clear, it blips through on the bond. Just for a moment.]

....Huh?

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[ He turns his back to the blond, intending to leave before Alucard speaks or huhs at him. He stops. ]

Your babysitting me. Sypha's here now so you don't have to pretend to care.

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[Oh.

That stings.

Alucard picks his head up slowly, weariness on his face.]

I was never pretending, Belmont.

[quickwhip]

You said it yourself, Alucard. That Sypha would find a way to take care of me and so you'll do the same. For her.

[ He waves a hand about with a sigh, still not looking to the blond. ]

It's whatever. Don't worry about it. Just... you don't have to worry anymore.

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[They had been doing better, hadn't they? This feels like being hurled back to the very beginning, and that? That makes everything so much worse.]

Do you really want that?

[His voice is soft when Alucard asks the question. There's a lot more fear and disappointment below. It's coupled with genuine hurt, and Alucard could care less if Trevor knows.]

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[ He's quiet for a long moment and it's probably due to the blips of emotions that are filtering through their bond. It's strange because he feels himself... giving nothing back in return. As if he's empty. Maybe he's always been empty. That's likely, isn't it? Having always been on his own. Thinking he had maybe found some semblance of family or friends... only to be dragged her, turned into a monster, and then tortured on top of that. Fun times but also sounds about right for his life, doesn't it?

So he stands there. Quiet. Bruised fingers digging into his arms which tightly press against his chest, folded. ]

I just want to die already and get this over with.

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That's...understandable.

[That's the worst part of it, isn't it? That Trevor's death is hanging over all of them, and now Sypha gets to experience that sorrow too.]

Sit?

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Why?

[ It's soft, only a touch curious, but also... tired. ]

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Humor me?

[quickwhip]

You want a joke?

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....Please?