[ He's quiet for a few moments. Processing. Thinking (or at least, coming up with a response without doing so) usually comes quickly to him, but right now it is slow, deliberate, pushing the smell of burning out of his senses. He's been careful not to move Alucard too much over the last few days, even at the cost of being less close than they might otherwise be, but now he lifts and pulls Alucard over a little, so that his head is resting upon his chest. The way they sleep at home. ]
Not just her, this time. All of us live.
[ He's been saying a lot of un-trevor-like things over the last few days, but that might be the most un-trevor-like of them all. He will not be losing another family, and they will not be losing him. ]
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Not just her, this time. All of us live.
[ He's been saying a lot of un-trevor-like things over the last few days, but that might be the most un-trevor-like of them all. He will not be losing another family, and they will not be losing him. ]
Sleep well. Tomorrow's going to be shitty.