Moonspear And into the fire we go

How did he know? He didn't for sure, but it was the only conclusion he could draw that made sense, and there was a lot of logic to it. He wasn't angry at them; he didn't hold it against them. He just felt it. Perhaps he was wrong, perhaps not. But it was enough that he was no longer comfortable banking on return, not when his survival certainly depended on support, now more than ever. Support that Charon had offered freely, even when he had no reason to do so. "They haven't come, and they shouldn't. I left them." Gannet shifted awkwardly, unsure. "I didn't mean to for this long, but maybe this is better." He'd barely been there even when he was there; He couldn't name a single friend in the Caldera that meant to him what Liffey did, what Hydra or even Wraen did. And his siblings where there; but they were Finley's family, Lagan's and even Liffey's.  Not really his anymore.

"No.  But I don't think it will be bad."  He said, somewhat uncertainly.  Charon had seemed genuine in the offer.  His guess was that just by getting better and no longer being a burden, maybe he would.  But now he wondered.  "What d'you think?"