Grant moved at the name. It wasn't something a great friend would be, but a name he definitely remembered. [color=007236]"A good soldier. A good comrade...a semi-good friend. We talked to one another, trained together...why?"[/color] He looked away slightly. His facial expression was of sleep deprived, and sorrow when the 4201 Deaths came to mind again. He hated this world, and it hated him back.