"What's this?" Sypha asked as Trevor hauled a heavy chest bounded in steel and silver up out of the hole he had dug.

He gave it a long, slow look, hand sweeping over the top of the chest as though it burned him, but he couldn't help himself all the same. "What's left of the Belmont Library." he said carelessly as he lifted his head.

While Sypha's expression showed no more real understanding than before, Adrian met his eyes with sympathy, whether it would be wanted or not - likely not, to be sure, from himself to boot - childhood memories of his parents' library stinging him.