"Three months. Maybe four."

The response was muted. There was so much more to let out, but Alucard could tell that the more he spoke, the more he risked letting the shame overtake his anger. He didn't want that to happen, and--

--he cringed, watching Trevor's arm struggle, at least what he could see of it. All the more reason to look away. In spite of everything, his instinct was to help.

"You lose time in a space like that."