Sleepless I dream of the day [m]

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Absorbed into his own world and his own pain, Charon did not know whether Dante had left or not. He lay for a quarter of an hour before he turned his head to look around and realise he was alone. It was only then that the adrenaline from the battle was beginning to subside, now that he realised that he was alone again.

With the adrenaline flowing from his veins, the pain intensified. Charon had always been particularly self-centered and in need of attention, but now this was the case a thousandfold so. He wanted -- and needed -- Thistle and Levi, Atreyu and the pups, and even Saskia's face would've been a sight for sore eyes. He thought about how stupid and unfair life was, and how stupid and unfair Dante was.

It was the first time that his attitude had gotten him into a phsyical fight, and as he lay there, the only thing Charon had learned was that everyone was an even bigger incompetent dickshit asshole than he already thought throughout the rest of his life. Especially Dante. Hatred pulsed with every second that pain shot through his back, with every trickle of blood that flowed freely from the wounds, particularly the one in his shoulder.

Charon Ostrega hated the world, and everyone in it who thought they were better than he.

Unable to look after his own wounds Charon remained on the ground feeling sorry for himself. How he wanted to punish Dante, and all the Dantes of the world, for this, and for thinking that they could get everything they wanted at the cost of others. At one point Dante had just been a dumb-ass leader and Osprey's friend, but now... Now, it was personal.

Eventually Charon drifted off to sleep. He shot awake, sometimes with teeth snapping, a lot of times and slept uncomfortably, woke up stiff and feeling worse than when he drifted to sleep. He didn't know what would happen next, but right now he had no energy left to think about that.