Charon grabbed his head and ducked. ” Shit-” He looked up at her. ” I don’t know where I went okay? I was jus’ cleanin’ up and then suddenly I was alone, I was alone for so long….so..very long.” He saw flash backs of wondering a place that was inverted of color. It was black and white, he remembered only what his brain supposed was important enough to bring back. ” But look at this.” He lifted up his shirt. A long scar with stichings traveled from his hip bone to his chest. ” I dunno how I got it but I did, I fell a bit empty but full too. I dunno wha’ happened but I feel stronger and a lot well I dunno.” He shrugged and then smirked. ” I never did get ya’ tha’ drink did I?”
Eyes narrow suspiciously, watching the other deity with sharp gaze, as if cutting through his words looking for some semblance of falsity. Yet none is found, and when his shirt is pulled back to reveal criss crossing scar, Bloodshed feels eyes narrow for another reason entirely. Vindictive anger floods her as she stares upon the patchwork of scars etched within the other's skin. The need for blood that flares within is the same, as what she feels constantly, yet her usual hunger is nothing to the intensity of this need.
Gaze snaps back up to Charon's face, searching for hints as to what could be lurking within that mind of his, in the memories locked away. Part of her worries that what lies there is far too dark for her friend to survive recalling.
“I had forgotten of said promise, and find it amusing you did not as well.”
