Frogspawn Swamp thousands of years, an eternity, without changing

When the other turned towards him and said a pointed you, Charles felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. He wondered if this was a 'you, Charles', 'you, coyote' or 'you, Saints' sort of 'you'. There were many options these days, it seemed. What he didn't expect was that it was someone from his previous life. He'd buried that far and deep behind him. He thought he had, anyway, but when Antares said the next thing Charles finally realised that it was someone from Firefly Glen. One of Osiris' brothers.

With a job of guilt he was reminded of Leta and Osiris — guilt for his crush on his leader, guilt for forgetting that his best friend had died — and Charles swallowed thickly as he tried to force away the feelings of grief and loss. He'd run away for a reason. He wasn't very good at dealing with emotions. Better to run from them. Now the new life he'd built seemed threatened once more.

Ah, he said, a little off-handed, Uh, Tares, wasn't it? He honestly didn't remember precisely. He knew the other one was called Atlas. Now that was a name that he could remember. Now what, though? 'How are you doing' wasn't really the right question it ask, it seemed like. Charles didn't smell pack on Antares, and he guessed that even though it'd been like... a while by now, those deaths still haunted Antares. They sure did Charles, anyway.