Stavanger Bay when the sky turns grey

Charon was agitated, not understanding why Lyric wouldn't just get off his case. He also didn't like to be called a liar; Charon considered himself very honest (even if he was often not; because he was not usually called out on his lies and they were often small white lies or adventure-stories that he made up, he did not consciously realise how often he made things up or used small lies to get his way) and noble, like a knight. His good name felt sullied by Lyric's allegations. Lyric continued to say that he hadn't been talking to his mother. "What do you even know about who I was talking to?!" Charon said loudly and sharply, clearly still very agitated with the situation and, most of all, his lack of control on the situation.

She continued to say that he had lied and that she did not understand why. Charon snarkily answered, "Well, if you gotta know, even though my mother is dead, thanks for reminding me, I was talking to my very real troll friend Drake. But he isn't imaginary. He's just not visible to stupid dorks, so that must be why you can't see him." Charon kept his head high, feeling strong and rebellious, and stared at Lyric, daring her to say the word 'lie' one more time.