[You can't escape your shithead little brother forever, Trevor, Hunter is coming for you.
Or more specifically for the medical file Trevor took with him. So there's going to be a gold blur rushing around the ship until he either finds or slams into Trevor.]
[Trevor WAS taking Lucy for her first post-coma walk but apparently now he's fighting an enemy. Instinct takes over and he withdraws his sword to protect his back before realizing it's Hunter]
I didn't know he was a vampire. [Flapjack shifts back to normal to go and sit on Lucy's head.] And I don't know why it matters. He's still a doctor. Dad was a vampire too and you trusted him.
[Lucy wags her tail happily, walking away with Flapjack to go sniff at the greenhouse. Trevor lets her go, because this conversation is more pressing and stupid]
Your dad is fucking Dracula - the exception to every rule about vampires I know - and I had to kill him, die, show up here, and have us both graduate before I trusted him.
I don't even fucking trust Dracula with it. He quit the infirmary because the Admiral let Hilbert in to read it all. This is why we Belmonts write our important shit in code.
...or we just all have terrible fucking handwriting that only we can read.
Honestly, I don't care if you don't trust Doctor Reid. That's your choice. But I'm still working there too. Dracula trained me. And I can't help you properly if we don't have your Titan-damned file.
[He can't stop a short grumble. It's like a puppy growling.]
Then why not leave it there to begin with? No-one can access it without going through me anyway, and if it matters that much I can keep it in my room or something.
Like what? That any vampire dumb enough to drink from you is gonna get alcohol poisoning before you kill them? That your arms were broken when you got here, like you haven't already fully healed?
Then let me keep it. I can make sure no one else sees it, I already know everything because you've either told me or I've seen it. And that way the only strange undead thing that has your file is- is me.
You're human. That's not hard. It's not like it talks about your training or what being a Belmont means. It just says how many times you needed to get bandaged up after getting your stupid butt kicked.
But-- Sypha's not here anymore, Dad's not here. I just- [He scowls and looks away, rubbing his arm stiffly.] I want you to have someone you can trust with it.
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After his coma
Or more specifically for the medical file Trevor took with him. So there's going to be a gold blur rushing around the ship until he either finds or slams into Trevor.]
sir you are a MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL
sir i am SIXTEEN
And then lowers it to give him an annoyed look.]
Why the hell are you taking your file out of the infirmary?
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Why the hell do you have a strange undead thing working there with access to my file?
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Your dad is fucking Dracula - the exception to every rule about vampires I know - and I had to kill him, die, show up here, and have us both graduate before I trusted him.
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So you don't trust me with it?
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...or we just all have terrible fucking handwriting that only we can read.
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[Eat it.]
Honestly, I don't care if you don't trust Doctor Reid. That's your choice. But I'm still working there too. Dracula trained me. And I can't help you properly if we don't have your Titan-damned file.
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It's like a puppy growling.]Then why not leave it there to begin with? No-one can access it without going through me anyway, and if it matters that much I can keep it in my room or something.
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Because it has information about me I don't want getting out to the rest of the ship. Especially fucking vampires.
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Also, yes.
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And if you already know everything, why do you need my file?
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[And honestly he doesn't know if he's undead or not, but he's pretty sure he's not alive in the same way his friends are.]
And it's-- it's important.
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It's a load of notes detailing where best to break me. I don't want them here on this ship where any flood can give fuckers access to it.
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[Titan why was Trevor so stubborn.]
But-- Sypha's not here anymore, Dad's not here. I just- [He scowls and looks away, rubbing his arm stiffly.] I want you to have someone you can trust with it.
[With himself.]
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