Charon's past
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Patches finds a radio, Tulip donates parts, and Winthrop fixes it up, but Ahzrukhal already owns it. Charon merely likes to listen to stories about the fabled Lone Wanderer. It reminds him of when he was young, and he believed in heroes. He fantasizes about what could be.
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Charon could feel her smile against his shoulder. He thought about pressing a kiss to the top of her head, against her clean hair that smelled of pre-war soap. But he didn’t. They weren’t—
They weren’t.
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The Lone Wanderer is pregnant. Charon was built for war, not— this.
He’d been thinking about it for a while, actually. Since she’d sat him down, a panicked look on her face, and said, What am I going to do with a baby?
The father of her baby had gone and gotten himself killed, and somehow that weighed on her.
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“Why do you want to go there?” Charon asks, leaning forward. There’s nothing that place can potentially tell her about his contract that he can’t. He doubts the records of a two-century old base will be able to tell her more about the redacted aspects of his contract than he can, which is, admittedly, very little.
He’d rather her just say what she wants to know. If she wants something specific, she can just tell him to do it. If he can’t, or won’t, or doesn’t want to— he’ll tell her.
She looks at him funny. Like he should already know this. “Charon,” she says, “I’m going to break your contract.”
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The world had been nothing but browns for decades before he met her. Before she walked into the black and white shadows of the Underworld, in her berry blue jumpsuit, gold highlights, dripping with vibrant blood.
She’d never made it a secret that she’d wanted him right from the start. It didn’t make any sense, but he’s never been able to deny her anything, not even in those early days. Not when she’d sit at his table in the corner, desperately trying to catch his attention, paint smeared across her cheeks, staining her fingertips.
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