Moonspear words are weapons

Charon's eyes narrowed further when Jorunn went on about the so-called facts. It tore him apart to know that Jorunn didn't even want to return to them, and fueled his anger further. Maybe because he rightfully believed what he said and thought, or maybe because he just wanted to push Jorunn as far away from himself and Flóki as he could to protect the pair of them, to sever any emotional attachments they might have. To think that the boy before him looked so much like Flóki, and yet was so very different in every imaginable way. Charon didn't believe for one second that 'Bazi' had looked all over the place for their pack. He wasn't even sure he believed Jorunn, being tiny and severed from his family, had actually wanted to not-return-home. What kind of child would not want to return home? Had he really not told his new 'family' that he'd come from an ocean pack? The little traitor.

Even though Jorunn admitted that he was wrong to assume he shouldn't have made false assumptions, Charon cut him no slack. He remained furious, now both at Jorunn as well as these adoptive parents of his. They'd taken him in, yes, to grow him into the strong and healthy boy he was now, to add to their pack's numbers. Perhaps if Stavanger Bay had flourished in Jorunn's absence things would be different, but there were two things that fueled Charon's rage more than anything else: the Bay's diminishing due to their numbers, and Thistle Cloud's depression over her lost loved ones — Jorunn had been the straw that broke the camel's back.

At the shocked 'you', Charon bared his teeth into a wry grimace. "Yes, me. Our mother fell into depression after you decided you were too much of a coward to return home." Jorunn still looked like a viking, like Flóki, but every word that poured out of his mouth betrayed his coward's heart to Charon. The bear had changed him. He'd been too scared of the bear to return home. "My real mom was killed by a bear in front of my own fucking eyes, Jorunn. I can see why you gave yourself a new name, because there's no Loðbrók I know that would abandon their family in lieu of fear, that'd be the coward you just explained yourself to be. Yeah, you've changed alright. The little boy I used to know would love going on adventures, and he loved his family more than anything in the world, wouldn't let some shit bear come between us, ever." Charon's voice cracked up a little at the end — he hadn't intended to show any emotions, but thinking about Jorunn's past and the decisions that he and his adoptive family had made, thinking about how he'd just given up on his rightful family, twisted the dagger that had already been thrust into Charon's heart.

Another twist to the dagger was added when Flóki piped up, saying that he was an outrider, too, trying to reach out to his brother one last time — his brother, who was in turn trying his best to burn all the bridges and who didn't look one bit like he intended to come back and live here with his real family. "You belong here, Jorunn," Charon said, reaching out one last time. "So bury Tevinter Frostfur and just come back here with us, and with mom. She misses you so much." She needs you. And the part of Charon that had been pushing Jorunn away by insults and rage was now the very same that tried to reel him back in; not for himself, but for Flóki and Thistle Cloud, because he knew they needed him. A part of Charon knew that there was no use detaching the brainwashed 'Tevinter' from these Frostfurs, for he was brainwashed already, had been away from the Loðbróks for too long... But there was a tiny part sticking out right now that tried, reaching out a paw before that door would close forever.