[It is likely a good thing that Alucard is wonderfully unaware of Hector's phrasing. He'd be too quick to respond that Hector decided to help raise an army of forged night creatures to destroy all of humanity, so maybe don't listen to him?, although that would lead to more than a few questions that would probably end at the same place that they're at now.
But there's also a lingering scent of familiarity here. Not caring, while still doing it. Memories of Trevor's demeanor resurface at the worst possible times, and they're harder to push to the side lately. He wants to, tries to, and for it there's a flash of something like internal arguing that shows on the dhampir's face. A thin frown, his eyes moving off to the side.
What the most baffling part of it all is neither one of them are talkers. Pointedly so. How many hours passed in that cell in silence? Or it that cabin?
He can respect the softness. But there's a struggle to answer.]
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But there's also a lingering scent of familiarity here. Not caring, while still doing it. Memories of Trevor's demeanor resurface at the worst possible times, and they're harder to push to the side lately. He wants to, tries to, and for it there's a flash of something like internal arguing that shows on the dhampir's face. A thin frown, his eyes moving off to the side.
What the most baffling part of it all is neither one of them are talkers. Pointedly so. How many hours passed in that cell in silence? Or it that cabin?
He can respect the softness. But there's a struggle to answer.]
How much do the details of it matter to you?