"So what the fuck do I do now?" Trevor asked, staring at his hands, the right one still marred with the angry scars from his battle with Death. "I'm a killer in a world where they don't need killers anymore."

Alucard took a seat beside him and put his hand over Trevor's, threading their fingers together. "Perhaps you should start with taking a very well-earned rest. You did save the world, after all. A few months of relaxation is long overdue."