Moonspear who can blame him

Charon nodded when Alya suggested asking Hydra for ideas. "I'll talk to your sister and mother soon," he said as ideas were starting to form in his head. There was a lot to hash out as of yet, but he didn't feel his plan could really go wrong; either they would prove their loyalty by following along with a fake plan that was still harmful enough to the Caldera, or they'd be pointed out as traitors. He hoped that the former would happen and that they'd laugh about all of these suspicions in a year or so. He had really liked Eshe and her children by default, just like Osprey's, but Alya was right. Were they getting everything back they should? He could present the fake plan to harm Redhawk under the pretense of paying back for taking care of Rannoch all this time. It made sense to him.

She had no real evidence that he could toss in their faces should it all go south, but he supposed that Rannoch and Liffey could've somehow pulled their weight more, given more loyalty so far. Anyway, he would tell Hydra and Ame about Alya's suspicions and add his own thoughts to it, and they would see from there. He wasn't the best at coming up with rational plans, often acting on impulse, but they would know better.

Charon was caught off-guard by Alya's next question. "Of course," he said, finding it pretty hard to think of anything that she could ever say or do that would make him mad. "What is it?" Charon waited neutrally, wondering if there was anything Alya'd done that she wanted to come clean about. He couldn't resist his little princess's looks -- to him, as a father, it wasn't in the least flirty, but only proof that his girl was still just that, a little girl -- and waited what she'd tell.