Sun Mote Copse say you'll stay with me tonight

What fire looked like was something Charon had only experienced from afar, when the Sentinels had burned. From atop his mountain. It looked beautiful and yet it was so destructive, it was hard to imagine being part of it. Fire remained this magical, elusive sort of thing. Eventually the fire lost, which seemed like some sort of poetic justice, Charon thought, considering all that Maia had been through.

That's a nice story, Charon said. And teaches a valuable lesson never to underestimate anyone or think you can do it alone when you really need help, too. Like the way a pack worked. He smiled at that, even though things were a little complicated in his right now.