Stavanger Bay and every minute gets longer

Talking about something from the present seemed to be the crack that Mordecai had been looking for all along. Something that would connect them better than they were; admittedly, blood didn't seem to be enough. It was his gesture of caring, knowing he could do nothing to alleviate the pain or repair parts of the past. He listened raptly, though the story was broken up. It were as though Charon realized he was spilling the beans and losing the ruse he had worked so hard to put up. To that, Mordecai couldn't help but let a thin smile break across his stoic expression. It reminded him of himself, for however vain as it was, to change minute details on the fly.

Only they weren't really that minute. There was cause for concern that someone or something had tried to take a good chunk out of Charon himself. But for what reason, Mordecai could not imagine who would grab after — for all intensive purposes — a child. "Where did you find this monster at?" The question came easily, but it was just as safe to say that there were motives behind it. Mordecai wanted more details and that he did not hide. But what he intended to do with those details, well, that was anyone's guess. Chances were, it was mounting to not be so good.