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an apology was the last thing arcturus expected; as charon’s words trailed to a close, the yearling’s countenance betrayed his light surprise. he did not hold his father accountable for any of this — well, maybe disappearing for all that time — but really, arcturus had the utmost faith charon had done what he felt was right. 

that was not to say that he blindly believed charon, but arcturus did have a good deal of ingrained faith rooted to the patriarch, and hadn’t been able to make heads or tails of all the recent happenings on the mountain. he still needed answers — his own answers, not hydra’s or amekaze’s or speedy’s... maybe with his father alone, he would be less defensive to questioning. shifting uncomfortably, arcturus responded in a graveled tone. it’s me that should be sorry, for my question is sure to insult you. father, did you truly do nothing with speedy? arcturus’ gaze ever so briefly sought the icy depths of his father’s single eye — he hated to ask when it clearly violated the sanctity of their trust... but arcturus had to know, and hydra had cleverly already planted the first of many seeds of doubt in arcturus’ impressionable brain.