[center][h2][color=Moccasin][b]Reese Kestrel[/b][/color][/h2][/center]
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[indent][color=Gray]The last line between the dreaded reality and his conscience thought was at the brink of crumbling. Reese had forcefully confined himself within his own bubble of sanctuary, the only bastion of hope for the boy that was his own body; the lock around his knees weakened as a pair of arms circled around his waist, another warmth pulling itself against him. The touch startled him momentarily, causing a flinch until he saw that it was Olivia. He stiffened a slight frown, his legs bending foreword and giving himself space. He looked up to see the tall boy from before, cradling an infant in his arms as he nearly collapsed.

While Reese shifted his body around to face their direction, he watched as more of the group had made it safely. Even the sight of his friends did not bring relief to the boy, feeling a single tear rush down his left cheek as he looked up to the sky. Of all the horizons that dawned over their lands, this had been the one chosen for their world. The boy had once dreamt of an otherworldly vision, dreamt of exiting their world's atmosphere.

The youth's hands continued to tremble slightly as he fought against the pressure weighing down his shoulders, almost struggling to keep his legs straightened in a normal walk.[/color] [color=Moccasin][b]"I didn't get to say it earlier,"[/b][/color] [color=Gray]Reese found the strength to formulate words beyond all of the screaming and cries, his voice still hoarse and cackling.[/color] [color=Moccasin][b]"I'm Reese Kestrel. You know, the Kestrel Company?"[/b][/color] [color=Gray]the boy referred to his father's wealthy trading business.

He watched while Lauren tended to the injury at Gabriel's leg, almost numb to the sight of the blood for the given moment. As Reese suffered from a coughing episode, the boy recognized one of the traders that had accompanied them to Shiganshina, a longtime friend to his uncle. [b]"Is that you?"[/b] the man removed his hat, approaching as he knelt down to look at him eye-to-eye. [b]"Kestrel?"[/b][/color]

[color=Moccasin][b]"Yes,"[/b][/color] [color=Gray]Reese answered with seldom enthusiasm, his expression foreboding.

The trader sighed in relief. [b]"Reese, about Kled—"[/b] his teeth clenched, the wrinkles in the man's face tightening. [b]"Your uncle. Have you seen him?"[/b]

The boy shook his head almost reluctantly, the question sending another dagger into his heart.

[b]"Damn it,"[/b] the man threw a fist into the deck of the boat in anger. [b]"This shouldn't have happened!"[/b][/color][/indent]