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Charles did not linger long. Perhaps it could be construed as a sign of disrespect that he left halfway through Ramesses' words, but he could not stay. The sight, the smell, the thought that someone was dead — he preferred not to linger on it too long. The coywolf did not look at anyone as he left, casting his eyes to the ground and holding his tail tucked close to his hind legs. He hoped that no one would notice him, but he was afraid — and perhaps a little thrilled — that Ramesses would, considering Charles left midway through the words of mourning for his own wife.

His actions were a part of his drive to do bad things but an even bigger part of his inability to deal with death. Thoughts of Leta and Osiris passed and he would not have them. As he heard the words — ...the eye of Osiris... — Charles halted in his tracks momentarily, but then he quickened his pace and fled the scene, back to his room of luxury where he could push his head into the sand and pretend that none of this had ever happened. He didn't even know the woman, so it would be easy enough to do if everyone would just leave him alone.