[Barely alive enough to complain. He's a dead weight as Trevor moves him, and that smarts horribly too. There's probably a moment where Trevor registers that Alucard is much colder than normal too, one of a million signs that the question of the viewing mirror is more likely to be no than yes.
Alucard closes his eyes, trying to remember the path. He was kept out of this part of the castle for the obvious reasons. The only thing he knows is that there's no doors between here and the study. It was designed to prevent escaped prisoners.
Worked well, he supposes.]
Maybe. Or we die there.
[Fuck. What's happened to his parent's things? His mother's portrait? The little jar of his father's ashes that were recovered from that horrid nightmare, along with the wedding ring that survived Sypha's fire?]
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[Barely alive enough to complain. He's a dead weight as Trevor moves him, and that smarts horribly too. There's probably a moment where Trevor registers that Alucard is much colder than normal too, one of a million signs that the question of the viewing mirror is more likely to be no than yes.
Alucard closes his eyes, trying to remember the path. He was kept out of this part of the castle for the obvious reasons. The only thing he knows is that there's no doors between here and the study. It was designed to prevent escaped prisoners.
Worked well, he supposes.]
Maybe. Or we die there.
[Fuck. What's happened to his parent's things? His mother's portrait? The little jar of his father's ashes that were recovered from that horrid nightmare, along with the wedding ring that survived Sypha's fire?]