[You see, this, this right here is why phones are the worst. In text form, Hector could just say 'sure'. Instead, Trevor gets to hear his voice go soft, hesitant.]
...Belmont.... [Who'd save a Forgemaster? Who'd even want to? Apparently, the answer is this one big, stupid, blue-eyed hero.]
I'm not helpless. [It's a token protest, because he's lost any power he'd had to defend himself, and he's a fucking sheep now.]
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...Belmont.... [Who'd save a Forgemaster? Who'd even want to? Apparently, the answer is this one big, stupid, blue-eyed hero.]
I'm not helpless. [It's a token protest, because he's lost any power he'd had to defend himself, and he's a fucking sheep now.]
But... call me when you're hungry. Or whatever.