Chrys continues to draw in his notebook. He senses he doesn't need to really participate in the general conversation so he keeps quiet, waiting for something to happen. He flips the page in the notebook and starts another drawing, quick strokes of his pencil across the page revealing a almost lifelike flower.

Hearing the talk of parents makes him think back to his father, who he never got to truly bond with, with the elder man always busy with the military or Chrys was out training. Subconsciouslhe pulls out his father's dogtags, rubbing them with a thumb as he draws.