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arcturus sighed, pulling his gaze from the patriarch to the thin column of clouds above. as a pragmatist, arcturus realized there was no use in wishing things were different. they were what the were, and if he wanted things to be different, he needed to make it so.

slow growing as he was in his maturity, he at least recognized that apologies meant very little; charon would have to show he was remorseful. "don't apologize to me." arcturus supplied, his gaze shifting to charon meaningfully. it was amekaze that charon needed to apologize to, to possibly repair the rift that seemed to grow ever wider.