Well. That was quite a lot, wasn't it? Trevor remained still, silent, a sombre look painted over his expression as Alucard unloaded what felt like pent-up venting finally coming out. As much as it pained him to admit, he was right. Neither Sypha nor he bothered to reach out. Sure, they'd thought about him, talked about him, dare he admit missed him, but they never actually got around to contacting him. They were just starting out on their adventure, just starting to get wrapped up in the possibility of each other.

Slumping back down against the bars, his arm sliding what little space it could move with him, sitting awkwardly on the dusty floor, the blood slowly draining back into his chest from his arm, causing it to go numb and uncomfortable. Maybe he deserved it? But then, no, something wasn't adding up. "Just how long were we away for, Alucard?" His dark brow furrowing as he tried to recall the time that had passed. To his recollection it had only been a few days at most, the moon hadn't even moved much from its position in the sky.

Shifting again, growing impatient with his bloody stuck arm, Trevor pressed his heels against the bars and started to pull and yank at his arm in frustration. The noise gaining some attention from the patroling guards who decided not to get involved, after all, the Belmont had caused a commotion when they first imprisoned him, they had no interest in having another scuffle with him.