[Charles had left Zero only briefly, really, because as much as he wanted to stay and keep helping, he had to sleep and eat at some point, or he'd completely snap. He knew that. And so he'd reluctantly left, gotten a few hours of uneasy rest, and felt a little more human, so when Pietro contacted him for help, he didn't hesitate in suiting back up and rushing back down to Zero.
Not that he would have hesitated even if he felt like a reanimated corpse, because even though he couldn't help but feel disgusted whenever he thought about what Anya had done, she was still just a kid who had already been through hell. She didn't deserve this, this wasn't going to help her, and if there was something he could do to help, however small or large, he'd do it.
So he comes back in and casts about for the cell she's in, rushing over and crouching in front of it, openly concerned.]
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Not that he would have hesitated even if he felt like a reanimated corpse, because even though he couldn't help but feel disgusted whenever he thought about what Anya had done, she was still just a kid who had already been through hell. She didn't deserve this, this wasn't going to help her, and if there was something he could do to help, however small or large, he'd do it.
So he comes back in and casts about for the cell she's in, rushing over and crouching in front of it, openly concerned.]
Anya? It's Charles. What can I do?