He was outside, hammer on one side of one foot and a group of rusty, salvaged nails on the other. There were already embodiments of some kind dug into the plaque, but it didn't come fully into view to be able to be identified. He was aware of Hope's arrival, and it didn't stop him one bit. He felt kind of uncomfortable as a thought of what happened earlier the other day seemed like it hadn't happened at all. Strange as it was, he continued to work. Grant lifted the thing on his own. He could've asked hope for help and it would've been both appreciated and helpful, yet he preferred to show he knew what he was doing. In fairness, something as important as this wasn't something that was going to go to land in the hands of those who hadn't witnessed or experienced what he did. Whilst holding a bottom corner in place, he picked up a nail and hammer with his free hand, staggering to hold it up as he did so. Eventually, he found a comfortable holding point, and stabbed the nail in slightly with his free hand, beginning to hammer it in with the same once it was in. It dug deep and became secure, allowing Grant to comfortably start nailing in the for corners. Soon enough, after a long ten minutes, the plaque was complete. From up close, as well as afar, it looked glorious amongst the near destruction of the town of Mydleton. There were cold linings on the outskirt's border of the decoration. Though it was quite dusty and dirty in places from where it had been forged and kept over nights, it was still rather shiny, the brass structure holding in ever-so nicely. Grant grinned a smile of achievement. Finally, he had fulfilled something he was so proud of. He could sense that Hope was about to say something, asking about what it was before she had the chance to fully study it, but Grant simply raised a hand to silence any incoming speech as he stood back, watching it. He lowered his head, and his hands clasped together at their lowest point. It looked like he was showing respect. In fact he was showing respect...for what he had just put up was a memorial plaque...more than just that, it was littered with names of those familiar to him and to the crude world around them. Names like: [i]Sergeant Vera Tynko, Lance Corporal Sinatra Oakmont, Nemo Nantura, Chris Oakmont, Ashla Tynko, Loia Tynko, Sarah Christa, even Angelo was on there...[/i]There were tonnes of names, more than anyone could comprehend. All hand-embedded in, carved by Grant himself. Names after names. Birthplaces, death-dates. Times and battles. It was all organised. As for he was paying respects to the very thing he and Yuri had planned this entire time. A plaque, bearing each and every small name of every soldier and friend who died alongside the two in Battle...this was the Memorial of Human Heroes.