Alucard managed to ignore the Belmont until he says you could have come after us. At that, Alucard stiffened and then, suddenly, something within him snapped. There was no additional volume to his voice, but the anger was there, deep and having festered for months now.
"And neither one of you couldn't have communicated with me? Or returned instead of leaving me for months on end without any indication of where you were, if you were safe, or indicating that you gave a fraction of a shit about how I was holding up in the aftermath of everything?" There was a breath drawn. A consideration of stopping.
"Fuck you, Belmont. You don't get to call me dramatic when you don't know what happened in your absence and didn't make an effort to show you cared. Not when you could have sent a message or used Sypha's magic to communicate, and not now because let's be frank, the only reason you're apologizing is because I'm here rather than far away."
A single glance acknowledge the stuck arm. The response was a deep imitation of Trevor's, with no joy in the repetition of Trevor's old favorite phrase.
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"And neither one of you couldn't have communicated with me? Or returned instead of leaving me for months on end without any indication of where you were, if you were safe, or indicating that you gave a fraction of a shit about how I was holding up in the aftermath of everything?" There was a breath drawn. A consideration of stopping.
"Fuck you, Belmont. You don't get to call me dramatic when you don't know what happened in your absence and didn't make an effort to show you cared. Not when you could have sent a message or used Sypha's magic to communicate, and not now because let's be frank, the only reason you're apologizing is because I'm here rather than far away."
A single glance acknowledge the stuck arm. The response was a deep imitation of Trevor's, with no joy in the repetition of Trevor's old favorite phrase.
"I don't care."