[ He laughs again, the kind of rumbling laughter that starts in his chest and moves through his whole body, and it's warm and fond and all of those other things that Trevor can usually only manage after being stabbed at least once. ]

Hard to come up with adjectives for her when she's like this. [ Sypha looks practically angelic in her sleep, kicking habit and occasional snores aside. ] She'll earn a couple in the morning, I'm sure.

[ Alucard's looking him in the eyes again, and that is always a good sign. He finally releases his hold on the vampire's wrist to hold his hand, bringing both of their hands down against his chest. ]

Whatever it was, she dies for it. She dies and we purge every record of her. She vanishes from history, and there is nothing left but a head in the hold with no index number or name below it.