Sleepless I dream of the day [m]

they make me happy. This could get interesting!

He did not leave.

Instead he seemed intent on laying blame.  Dante was no stranger to this.  He himself felt at fault partially for all that had transpired - if he'd only been there, only been quicker.  But he wasn't ready to have it dished out so plainly by another, and especially not Charon.  He felt the restraint and control of these past few weeks fracture, spiderweb cracks that threatened to shatter.

Stiffly he rose, finally turning to glare at the other, hackles rising.  "Excuse me?" That Charon was Osprey's friend no longer mattered.  He had no right to talk, to make it appear that Dante hadn't done all he could.  He wasn't there.  It didn't matter that Dante blamed himself either.  Hearing it from another was too much, and the outlet for the anger he'd kept carefully withdrawn too tempting an offer.