[ Trevor is taking it about as well as he can... he may be a stubborn grump but he isn't one to deny things that have been proven to him, or that are necessary. He manages not to grimace as Godric drinks, grateful for the speed and lack of enthusiasm with which his blood is consumed at once. Maybe in time, and some familiarity and trust, and he wouldn't be so averse to it -- he managed to adapt to Alucard's fangs specifically after all. To calm the rush of violence that rose in him every time he saw them after a few days together. Trevor has had to be adaptable to survive. To succeed.
He should stop thinking about his friends, because even that brief moment of remembrance has him wondering what the others would say about this. How they'd taunt him. Something aches in his chest and he's also grateful for Godric's voice snapping him out of it. He tilts his chin up and his own lips quirk at the comment... it sounds like a very dry joke, but. Uh. ]
That sounded in jest, but there are plenty of vampires who do seek to farm us like livestock. Exterminate enough to become the dominant species, then just raise us as food.
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Date: 2020-02-03 01:56 am (UTC)He should stop thinking about his friends, because even that brief moment of remembrance has him wondering what the others would say about this. How they'd taunt him. Something aches in his chest and he's also grateful for Godric's voice snapping him out of it. He tilts his chin up and his own lips quirk at the comment... it sounds like a very dry joke, but. Uh. ]
That sounded in jest, but there are plenty of vampires who do seek to farm us like livestock. Exterminate enough to become the dominant species, then just raise us as food.