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The scene he came upon was a grisly one.

At first, the details of how and why remained a mystery firm and with great depth. The acrid scent of blood was overpowering, the tangled and twisted mass of two separate bodies so catastrophic that he could not tear his eyes away in spite of wishing he could. Hydra's summons had drawn him steadily though he was not among the second or third to bear witness to such devastation. The emotion that he felt was residual, pulled onto him by the weeping and mourning. Dirge was no stranger to death, being a hunter, but this was leagues away from a satisfactory kill.

He gazed upon their bodies and found that he felt a certain emotion that he could not place a name to. It was not a feeling of emptiness that imbued him, nor sorrow that came to set in his bones which felt weary. Disappointment, perhaps, he thought it was. A disappointment that things would not see themselves through, that somehow it had been easier to hurl themselves into a violent dance that surely ended in tragedy than triumph.

His ears folded back, resting neatly against the curve of his head. He pried his gaze away from the scene to take stock of the others that had gathered; such a gaze lighted on Vela for some length to place her before he realized that she had been gone all this time, and what a ghastly opportunity it was for her to return. He did not find Revui among them yet and wondered what had become of the boy, but in the midst of all the chaos that had been quietly ensuing on Charon's return, did not realize that he would not be there.

It was Hydra who he set his gaze on finally and gently made his way towards. The hoarseness of her ushering to Lyra promoted sympathy in him and once again he looked upon the leading pair with dismay—it did not seem there was anything they could do to revive Charon, let alone save Amekaze. Though he wished it true for the latter, he was not foolish to pursue it even if he had the ability. A soft whine escaped him; there were more questions than answers here if there was anything at all.

Brushing against Hydra's ear with his muzzle, he felt her still for reasons other than his presence there. Where words would have normally sufficed to render the situation in his favor, he was silent. There was nothing he could do to salvage it, nothing he could find that would somehow light the darkening valley left by death's strange and cruel hand. There was nothing more to do; he focused on her over it all. He hoped instead that somehow he being there would be enough.