thinking of you

#hypocritalert xD

Charon thought it still looked pretty bad from up here, even though it looked like relatively a smaller patch because of the wide view. He rolled his shoulder in an absent-minded shrug at Mordecai's comment, barely listening. When Mordecai said that the fire would've taken them all if not for the rain, Charon didn't comment either, but he heard the words said. He didn't care about anyone in their dumb-ass pack, but he decided to keep that comment to himself. Charon would've gladly thrown stupid Dante and even his uncle Mordecai into the fire if that would've saved Osprey. Sadly, he didn't have such a choice.

"Whatever. Osprey's not here." Charon started to shuffle back, eager to get away from the view of the destruction, despite its magnificence. A dark frown befell his face as he started to go down again silently. The moment of quiet bonding over their mutual loss was over. Charon was now just feeling angry that Mordecai was so happy that his life had been spared when Osprey's charred remains possibly lay beneath the mountain their feet trod on.

Uncle Mordecai was such a selfish bastard.