[For as many times as Alucard's referred to Trevor as 'the Belmont', the words were never quite this razor-edged. Sypha does reel back, this time, confusion warring with creeping comprehension across her face.

He's upset...that they didn't write? Or send word?]

Alucard. We went back into a war zone. Things weren't much better off than when Dracula was still in command, not for months. [She doesn't try to touch him again, though she spreads her hands in a somatic plea for understanding.] I'm sorry that we made you think we weren't, well, thinking of you in turn, but you'd earned peace.