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.
[ughhhh. Trevor takes a breath and attempts to explain;]
I trust you. I don't trust the Necromancer not to fuck with us. He might already have the ability to let any asshole wander into the infirmary, but why make it easier on him?
Then let me keep it! Flapjack and I can protect it even if something happens to us because of a flood. If our room disappears it'll vanish anyway. But at least this way I can protect it for you and there's someone in the infirmary who knows how to protect you from yourself!
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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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I trust you. I don't trust the Necromancer not to fuck with us. He might already have the ability to let any asshole wander into the infirmary, but why make it easier on him?
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