[But it's nothing but a pleasant idea, soured by what the truth of it is. Alucard shuts his eyes, feeling wretched, the softness of Iris making him want to crumble -- but he fiercely doesn't want to do that now. Not with Trevor. Wouldn't that make it worse?]
I didn't... think it particularly was. You aren't the type to waste things like pity.
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[But it's nothing but a pleasant idea, soured by what the truth of it is. Alucard shuts his eyes, feeling wretched, the softness of Iris making him want to crumble -- but he fiercely doesn't want to do that now. Not with Trevor. Wouldn't that make it worse?]
I didn't... think it particularly was. You aren't the type to waste things like pity.