Charon currently had no intention to hurt the stranger. What he was saying was insane, true, but there was a part of him that understood that it wasn't impossible. Strange things happened all the time, sometimes peoples' fates altered due to incredible circumstances and their lifespans increased. He'd seen that once or twice. Maybe a twin brother living through millennia to the current day was possible. Unlikely, maybe even absurd, but it wasn't without a chance of occurring.

Watching the other man carefully, Charon lifted the hand with the knife, now held backward and pressed to his own palm, to poke at his cheekbone. He liked the grin, at least, no matter how narcissistic that probably was. He pulled his hand back when the twin continued, lips thinning out into a line and he gave the best scolding look he could manage. Charon shook his head again and tightened his grip on the man's shoulder. He didn't want him to leave, he wanted to hear more. This was worth the Reapers getting angry at him for interacting. This was someone who claimed to know him. Hope of that happening had died ages ago, yet he found it rekindling somewhere in his heart. How could Charon just let him go now?