Moonspear fear is the hand that pulls your strings

Charon glanced after Revui as he stalked away without a word. It was always hard to tell what was going on inside that boy's head, especially since he used so little words. The father turned to Dirge as he spoke words of commendation about Revui, and he smiled, unable to wipe a father's pride off his face. "He is, isn't he? Been very focussed on training." An exceptional thing for a young child, though he had seen it before with Hydra and her sisters. They had been very serious from a young age, too; born warriors, even though Lyra had diverged from that road as they grew up.

Dirge asked who he was and Charon answered easily: "Revui." He looked a lot like Levi, and yet in personality he was so very different. They couldn't be more apart. Maybe it was for the best. "The other boy this year is called Arcturus, and then there's the --" He quieted a moment before he continued. "Yami and Yama, twins. Yami has gone missing, unfortunately." He had been through these motions but somehow it did not get much easier as he grew up. It stung to miss her, and he hoped that she would come home, even though the rational part of his brain did not think the chances very high.