Firefly Glen cutting shapes

Charon thought back to his youth, to everything that he had done then; to Atreyu, briefly, and to helping raise his younger siblings. He smiled at the thought, even though thinking of Floki gave him mixed feelings still. He missed his brother, and wondered what'd become of him. There seemed almost no other option than that he had perished. Why else was he not here, after all?

There was silence between them in which Charon thought of Floki. It wasn't until Dirge spoke again that he glanced at his companion and listened, the silence broken. He smirked as Dirge admitted that he had enjoyed pulling tails rather than watching the skies. Admittedly, Charon had done things that were less favourable too, in his youth, but he didn't want to really talk about those as they only reminded him of all he'd lost.

"Hmm-m," he hummed; "I imagine they weren't very grateful?" Ah, to be young and rebellious, Charon thought idly. He was silent again after that, not sure what more there was to say about it. But the silence seemed alright, fitting, somehow.