Frogspawn Swamp thousands of years, an eternity, without changing

Charles struggled to provide a good reply to Antares' question. Did it provide well for Charles? Did it suit him? He wasn't too sure. He didn't think that it suited him very much, when he thought about it, but he didn't want to just disregard them either. They'd taken him in, after all, after he had been chased from Redhawk Caldera. Yeah, it's alright, he said sort of noncommittally and he hoped that'd keep things in their conversation light and casual. Casual was good, casual he could do.

Yeah, that's true, Charles responded to Antares' next statement. Hey, uh, good luck man. Charles didn't really know what Antares was looking for. Perhaps hoping to find ghosts of the past in the rubble. Charles knew that he certainly didn't want that. Life was alright as long as he forgot about all the shit that happened, about the shit he saw. Antares was an ugly reminder of that.

See ya around. And with that the coywolf nodded at Antares and he turned away, hoping that he would be able to just walk away from this, and maybe forget all about this meeting — so that he could forget all about what had happened to Leta and Osiris.