Charles listened. Unlike the rest he didn't want to cry or scream, he didn't want someone to avenge. He wanted peace, and this was the last way it was gonna happen, crying over Lazar would have been like crying at his own funeral. Charles was tired of death, he was tired of this alone feeling... Alone. He felt the word reverberate trough the cell without him saying anything. His mind made little death clouds in the air from his cigarette smoke, but he couldn't close his eyes.