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[draculabutbackwards]

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[draculabutbackwards]

[He perhaps replies with less serious moment than he should. Of course not. That's stupid.]

It's more like you're both my responsibility. I'm not a random act of helpful kidnapping by the boat or whatever intelligence drives it. I took the place on purpose. Which means dragging the recalcitrant dead through to the other side is my job.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[He doesn't answer about himself. Trevor's long since given up on any ideas about redemption. The word itself is sour in his mouth since he lost his family. But on Dracula, he still has one or two choice words:]

He can't be allowed to come back to life.

[draculabutbackwards]

Nobody thought to consult you.

[A little acid. That's his daddy.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

Sypha and I spent the better part of a year making sure no one would.

[And, unsaid; If he comes back to life, that's our child's legacy.]

He has to stay dead.

[draculabutbackwards]

And I came on fully intending to include making that impossible with my reward for herding all these cats. But no one's dragging him out of hell to make Death's hobbies easier to pursue. That's him, not some necromantic horror of destruction.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[This is some small comfort to Trevor, whose gaze only darkens]

Yeah. So he's only bent on slaughtering humans who bother him instead of the entire human race. Some cold comfort for those already dead in their graves.

[draculabutbackwards]

I don't think being about as good as he ever was would be enough to make it out.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Good.

[That takes care of the most immediate problem in Trevor's head: so long as Dracula stays dead, he doesn't have to find ways of repeatedly killing him.

Which only leaves how to live with his family's most hated enemy lurking literally next door]

...Shit way to spend an afterlife, but I think we're all hated by God, like Sypha says.

[draculabutbackwards]

If God has nothing better to do, I don't think I have to worry about him. But if it'll calm you down enough to actually relax.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Don’t you worry your golden head about me. I can relax. I’m relaxing right now.

[Eh. Relaxing, collapsing to an end of an extremely complicated day? Either or. Trevor makes a show of kicking off his boots and pulling his cape around him for a blanket]