Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that. Trevor wasn't fond of the idea of facing Alucard in a proper fight, there was no need for it. He knew he was grating, smelt bad, and had the charisma of week-old bread, but Alucard seemed to have been fond of him and Sypha enough to fight alongside them. Hell, he even fought Dracula with them at his side! So why the cold shoulder? Why now? What had happened to make him this shut off towards him? Was it because Trevor was the one here and not Sypha? Would he have preferred her to accompany him in this place?

It dawned on him that perhaps the reason he was being such a bitch towards Trevor was for the simple fact that it was Trevor. Shunned by the Church, the people, and now The Sleeping Soldier. Typical.

Sitting for a long while, the silence, deafening. Trevor sighed slightly before shifting to get up. Trying not to grunt as he put weight on that broken arm of his. Setting the hand of his healthy arm lightly against Alucard's shoulder, letting it remain there for a long moment. "Goodbye, Alucard." He'd say sorry, only he didn't truly know what he'd be apologizing for. If he'd just talked to the Belmont like an adult, instead of sulking and wallowing in his own sorrow and anger, maybe Trevor would have known how to respond?

Still, he didn't leave right away. No. He simply let his hand fall away from Alucard's shoulder, closing his eyes and tipping his face up towards the sun, enjoying the sensation of light and air on his skin while he could, knowing they would soon be shut back up in their cells.