Common ground but it's shakey

Crux spoke, and Charlie felt his heart sink a little. His brother was apologizing, his posture showing just how awkward he felt about the situation. The tawny male shook his head, his voice soft. “I’m sorry too, for getting angry… I didn’t have an idea why Kite was so angry, and I still don’t, but I can’t hold hate against someone without evidence that they personally did something wrong…” And in his eyes Basilisk had not that day… and to his knowledge hadn’t brought harm to his family otherwise. Kite had undeniably been angry, but her unwillingness to share what was making her so angry was what made Charlie hesitant. She appeared to be the aggressor, the one in the wrong, rather than the other way around.

“I’ll listen,” He added. “But until Kite explains what Basilisk did, if he did anything prior to their confrontation, I can’t choose her over the Armada. I can only make decisions based on what I know, and if no one communicates with me, then…” His gaze fell to his paws. The weight of his words betrayed that he had mixed feelings on the situation, despite wanting to side with the Armada and defend Basilisk. “Kite has always been angrier… I… I need to know if it's justified…” He’d seen from the sidelines how she had been towards their sister, Andromeda. The distance between them.

He didn’t want to fault Kite… but without information what else was he supposed to think?

His gaze lifted back to Crux. “What do you know, Crux?” He asked, still using that quiet and soft tone from before. He hoped that whatever his brother had to tell him would at least give him some insight into his brother's reaction.

"Speech," 'Thought.'