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It was painful just to be around Wraen, because any rejection that she gave him felt like a rejection of Osprey in some way. Maybe because she resembled her mother so in looks, or maybe because part of her reminded him of Dante and therefore of how Dante had ruined his friendship with Osprey for some time. He had stolen her away, and he had felt rejected at the time. Wraen was the personification of that in a way worse than any of Osprey's other children for some reason. He didn't want to be reminded of that. He didn't want to relive it, and he didn't want to be made to feel like he'd somehow done something wrong to deserve it, which was what both Dante and Wraen always seemed to make him feel.

But he shared none of that because Wraen would not understand it anyway. Maybe she would even use it to hurt him further, he thought to himself as he tried to brave the storm that went on in his head. Wraen shared casually that she was doing the same from her new home -- Dhole's home -- and the addition of Dhole to this equation did not help to temper his mood.

Had enough of Rannoch and Liffey? he asked casually, showing none of the pain he felt. I heard my daughter kicked your ass. Charon of course did not realise that Vela's story was complete fabrication and they had in fact not fought at all. But he looked at Wraen to see if there was any recognition. She must know that it was his daughter, and she had not given her real name. Would she be surprised or would she have already expected Vela to have figured it out? His daughter was quite smart and curious, after all.