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"Teach him not to mess with me," Charon said, eyes narrowing slightly as he recalled Dante. Dante had always been making fun of him, and Charon had just had enough. He didn't deserve to be teased like some little kid, like Dante always had. Mordecai asked for more information, and Charon felt suspicious, wondering if his uncle would judge him if he found out that Charon had told Dante off for not finding Osprey. At the same time, Charon was hesitant to share this information because maybe it'd make Mordecai feel failed in regards to Osprey, too. Neither of them had found her, after all.

"They were washed," Charon said, glancing back at his shoulder even though he could barely see the wounds on his back and shoulder himself. "Anyway, Dante's always been treating me like I'm just some snotty kid. We talked about Osprey and he got mad." Charon decided not to disclose the exact conversation. It didn't matter, anyway. The core of the problem was Dante's obvious attitude problem, not Osprey's disappearance, even if that's what had triggered their fight. "Where'd you move?" Charon asked out of the blue; while he enjoyed ripping on Dante in any conversation, he also wanted to know where his uncle lived now.