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It was as if Wraen was not sure what to do with his words, and Charon could understand that. He wasn't even too sure why he was telling her all this. He just wished that things had gone differently. Above all, he wished irrational things -- that Wraen was more like Osprey, as she should be, that things hadn't gone wrong between the pair of them, that Wraen had just stayed...

So many things, but none that he knew he could have. He thought of Maia again and how different Wraen and Maia were from one another.

Eventually Wraen said she was sorry. Charon's first thought was to be snippy about it, or say that he didn't need her pity (because he didn't, of course) and that the point wasn't to make her say she was sorry, but to realise that they had all turned their backs to him and stopped caring at all. But he knew that it would do their conversation no good to complain about whatever little she offered. She'd apologised, after all, and that must be difficult enough as it was between them. An improvement, at the very least.

Charon grimaced at her comment -- stuck between a laugh and a frown at her comment -- for though it was funny and definitely an ice-breaker, he felt that she was missing the point he tried to make. He looked away, his look hardened and the grimace still on his face. I just don't understand what is so hideously unlikeable about me, he admitted further, even though he was pretty much done with confession time. He wasn't really sure what it was about Wraen that day that shook out all of his darkest fears and confessions.