Charon stopped, his fist clenching tightly. "Ha. That's funny actually. The loyal servant willing to stab the leader in the back for her own good." The medic smirked and decided to not give more thought to the whole act. Things had gone downhill. Until gears in his mind clicked. They turned. [i]Since plan B is no good and I just drank a vial of tainted blood, let's try plan C...[/i]

"You should've stepped as surrogate mother sooner." Charles muttered under his breath. "Lots of standoffish stuff could've been avoided if she just listened." He added, facepalming. "Fine, I suppose I [i]could[/i] do that. I [i]could[/i] help you make her look strong." Charon added, noting his stomach slightly upset, maybe because of the blood. "And make you [i]betray[/i] her." He cleared his throat.

" Will you risk all your trust in this gamble, I wonder." Charon said. "Responsability is a term you should begin to understand." He paused. "For example, I have assumed the responsability of dying. The responsability of not saving other factions..." He added. "Think about it carefully. You'll have to."

He began to walk. "I'll now quarantine myself for a while, see how it goes. If i survive this..." Charon paused. "...I know of a way she will stay both strong and controlled. Put me to her side." The medic mused. "And make her come to see me [i]alone[/i] without any kind of security whatsoever. I don't care if you've got to deceive her. But she needs some old fashioned parenting and scolding." 

"Don't worry, I won't kill her." Charon added as an afterthought. "I mean, I'm still a good person. Just crazy and focused on finding a cure." 

And with that, Charon trailed off to somewhere he could read and rest.