[color=0072bc][b]NEMO ALTARE[/b][/color]

[color=0054a6]"Keepsake."[/color], he answered calmly, occasionally glancing about at the surrounding crowd. [color=0054a6]"An old acquaintance of mine allowed me to hold onto them..."[/color], the boy shrugged, [color=0054a6]"...Had them ever since. One could say they're representative of my identify now, my person."[/color] His gaze moved over towards her again, [color=0054a6]"I'm supposing those shades of yours are also a part of your identity...albeit a part you wish to keep secreted away hmm?"[/color]

An eyebrow raised inquisitively towards her pocket, before lowering back into its previous expressionless state.

[color=0054a6]"Everyone's got secrets, so I won't pry just yet."[/color], he stated, turning about and preparing to leave for his former spot, [color=0054a6]"...and I'd suggest you start toughening up, this isn't even the beginning of the worst to come..."[/color] He checked his collar again as he scanned the crowd, making sure everything was in order while he searched for his previous spot. The massed recruits--bunched up like so many potatoes in a crate--made it hard to see, however. 

This, of course, annoyed him...though he didn't show it.