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[ alucard wasn't any good at this. he's never had to reach out to anyone, never had much in terms of relationships or skills with people. he has no defense there — he's never really tried. perfunctory manners are all well and good but they're useless in situations like these.

all he knows is that sypha is gone and alucard must — must try. so he knocks on the door politely, waiting. ]

[ The door opens.

He's not drunk, at least. He's not drunk since Sypha left, because he doesn't know where she is and she might need them and.

Oh. ]

You should- you should come in.

[ it's a new look on trevor's face. alucard isn't sure he likes it, but he nods, carefully stepping in. the space between them hangs in the air like a sign. ]

Have you been well, Belmont?

[ He offers Alucard the chair, perching on the side of the bed. It's unmade, naturally, but it looks like it hasn't been used in a few days. ]

I've been drunk. And now I'm not. Not sure what that counts for. Have you been- I don't fucking know- floating with a stick up your arse, or just walking with one?

[ He can't really muster up the fight for even needling the vampire- the one thing he's usually really into doing. ]

[ he takes the seat, legs planted on the floor. ]

Walking, for the most part. I have been . . . occupying myself. Though without much success.

She might need help.

[ That's not true. He knows how this fucking place works by now - god knows how many people showed up to explain it to him after the fighting a space-boat incident. ]

We need to be ready, in case she does.

Ready for what, Belmont?

[ there's a hint of uncertainty behind his voice. ]

Ready for- I don't fucking know. Whatever she might need help with. Just because she's not here doesn't mean she's home, and even if she is- home isn't safe.

Ugh. [ He sighs, head in his hands. ]

[ alucard watches this with a careful gaze. ]

She is a survivor. She can take care of herself. And we will find her again. We're — [ a small pause. ] — connected.

We'd better. If- fuck- If we've left her to face the hordes alone-

[ And his head just remains held in his hands. ]

Fuck, I don't like any of this.

[ neither did alucard and he hid it poorly. he had narrowed his life to this one mission and without it . . . he feels empty. ]

We have done no such thing. She will wait for us.

Mmm.

[ It's not a real answer, or even a sound of agreement or disagreement. It's just a sound, to indicate that he's heard Alucard. ]

Not sure what the fuck to do without her. Drink, I suppose. Doesn't feel like there's any point in even that.

[ alucard hesitates before speaking. ]

I was considering managing the library here. There might be answers as to what to do with Dracula's castle.

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