[centre][color=Silver][h1][u]Grant Hyral[/u][/h1][/color]
[@wolverbells][@Ambra]
[color=Gold][sub]Wall Rose - Training Grounds[/sub][/color]
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	Grant gently smiled at what Jade had to say. It seemed very crazy that he had managed to run into her under such circumstances, but he felt like it was fate or something for him to finally meet up with the one he had saved. It reminded Grant that he wasn't useless and that he was indeed capable of some great things, but that thought would never stick into his mind with the amount of stress he'd been going through the last few months. Grant had kept a secret from Olivia for a while, and it'd finally crept back up onto him from the shadows of ignorance and lack of vigilance.

	He turned, alongside Jade, to where the carts of cadets already being hauled away were going. It brought a sinking sensation down onto his heart, where he almost felt disappointed with everything that had happened. He looked towards Jade, after she muttered what she had to on the occasion. Before he could respond, she'd already sensed the awkward aura that Grant let off in any situation. It was his hidden talent, scaring off others without realising it, and that usually was because of his humour. Who knew how damaging he was when he wasn't feeling all jovial and giddy about the situation. Whilst Jade waltzed away to the cabins she would've been assigned to, Grant remained where he was stood, taking more glimpses at the carts rolling ahead. He questioned whether or not he was going to survive himself. Literal survival, he meant for. If they were leaving already, Grant would receive the full-bulk of training. He had no chance.

	Eventually, Olivia showed up, just after Jade had made her departure. He looked at her as she spoke the words, almost reminding him that she knew there might be details he would avoid. In all honesty, Grant wished she'd never had said so, as he took a huge deep breath of melancholic sorrow.

[color=Silver][b]"Alright...Alright..."[/b][/color] He reached into his breast pocket, pulling out a folded letter and handing it to her, the same as the one he discovered that afternoon. It was quite faded in the paper, and barely with any white spots. The ink was neat, and recognisable. [color=Silver][b]"This was the last letter I received from Mateo, before Schulz cut off the post-line...It...It well...It says some things I really wish it didn't..."[/b][/color] The letter stated things that Grant had never brought up before, about a long chain of weakness within Luca. [color=Silver][b]"I've been down because of Luca...You remember my excuse as to why he wasn't going to enlist with us? Well, Mateo didn't want to worry everyone by stating how ill he really was. He was sick, very sick, constantly getting visits from a private medical individual within the military through Mateo's serving links. And with that part out of the way, the bit that really got me today and made me so blatantly obvious when it comes to sorrow was what happened last night. Apparently Luca passed away..."[/b][/color]

	He stopped, thinking to himself about what he'd said. Grant had no idea how Olivia was going to take it, nor did he have any idea how stupid it might have sounded. It was their first day as trainees, and no one was really in the mood to get such a large piece of sorrow dumped onto their shoulders. No one had any time to mourn, and Grant knew that he was going to get a lecture about how he shouldn't worry, or use it as an advantage or to simply move on and forget about it. It's what everyone told each-other these days, how to take advantage of a death. That wasn't what he wanted.

[color=Silver][b]"Look...Sorry to be all cryptic and all, I don't know how this'll effect you, mean anything to you or if it even will do anything to you...You just told me to say what was going on and all. I just...need to think, which I don't have time for, not here in the Cadets. I don't really know what to do...I'll...I'll try to sleep on it, I don't know...It's new, too new..."[/b][/color] With what she asked for said, he awkwardly turned and waddled away, still trying to maintain a serious and non-tragic expression and composure. He didn't want to break down like he had before during his time alone in the cabin, not in front of Olivia, he didn't. He continued to walk away, towards the Cabin, to try and prepare for the hardships of both the news and the training tomorrow.