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Since Trevor’s return and the announcement of Sypha’s pregnancy, there was never a shortage of celebrations that overran the village. Maybe it was the fact that everyone was celebrating they were alive, or maybe it was the realization not to take what laid before them for granted.
At least, that’s not what Trevor thought to himself. Being on his own for so long taught him one thing: that emotions had no place in a war, let alone one that involved supernatural creatures. Two weeks on his own after the fallout with Death were more painful than any hell he ever endured.
Ravenous, tired, and a thirst that couldn’t be quenched by any material thing. No, what he craved was so much more than that. Trevor had been on his own since he was twelve, and no matter what he was thrown in life since then, it was never enough.
Never enough drink, food, or just…anyone. There was always a ravenous hunger beneath the gruff and sarcastic exterior of the man. A yearning beast that only knew how to fight and defend itself, but always clawing and yearning for more.
The first few nights when he realized he was alive, Trevor screamed. Probably for the first time since that fateful night of his childhood. It was a calvacade of emotions that had been boiling up for over a decade, and he finally released it all at once. Pain, relief, separation, hunger, and happiness.
He could still remember Sypha’s face before his final fight, and what he would have given during those two weeks to see her again. The sweet melody of her voice that soothed him more than any passing tavern song. He craved for her attention, to just drink her in. Dare he say it, Trevor even missed that damn bloody dhamphir. At least an insult or ribbing from Alucard would remind Trevor that he was not dead.
The day Trevor reunited with them, them and the rest of the people who they were privileged to call their own, he felt hope for the first time in years. It was not a feeling that Trevor was entirely used to, for he used to think it was a naïve mindset to have in a kill or be killed world. For reasons he could not even fathom, he did not know what he did to be given a family and a place of belonging. What all three of them did to be given such a gift.