[center][color=Moccasin][b][h2]Reese Kestrel[/h2][/b][/color]
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[indent][color=Gray]Whether it was the sweat drawn from the long hours in the burning sun or the chuckles of companionship underneath the moonlight, Reese kept all of those dear moments close to his heart, treasuring each and every experience that their training exposed to the young core. Through those trials and tribulations, the boy had unknowingly began to chip out of the coarse edges to his youth, but as the collective began to gather in full force and a bonfire was growing, he could almost see the light of calmness brush over the eyes of the entire division, even including himself.

Even with their training only six months into its course of three years, those days of bringing food to his friends and eating dinner at the table with Gabriel and Olivia had seemed like such a far off memory. Reese figured that these emotions of the past would only resonate stronger with time, though he still thought that it was silly for him to begin tearing up at those thoughts. It would pain himself tenfold if their wings were clipped before they were given the chance to fly. Most of them may have been training for the battle against the titans, but he was training for the strength to carry the burden of his friends to the next day.

It did bring discomfort to the boy when he thought of those that he was not particularly close to. While Reese was one to consider himself a friend to everyone, he was certain that there would be differing views. To be fair, Gabriel had been similar in those regards; the two had not known one another on that day in Shiganshina, but here they were, recovering from a dangerous operation. There were those whose shell remained closed off from his association, but he hoped that it would change in two years' time.

Wiping his cold-stung face of those few tears, Reese could not help but think of his uncle. Perhaps, it had been this very moment, among the others that would surely come, that his uncle had meant with his words.[/color] [color=Moccasin][b]"Miss you,"[/b][/color] [color=Gray]the boy clutched his winter coat tightly, nodding in short respects.

Reese spent the next several moments helping the veteran soldiers transfer several things to the outside, rolling a number of logs and setting them around the bonfire for those who wished to seat themselves. With his legs aching from the hike, he carefully sat down against one of the logs, looking around to spot almost all of the others except for Lauren.[/color]

[color=Moccasin][b]"Hey, Mora,"[/b][/color] [color=Gray]Reese had eyed the cauldron of mysterious contents curiously as he had been handed a tankard of said contents, hesitant on taking a sip. Besides that, he was concerned over the others missing out on their gathering, although he could understand their choice of isolation, given that they had been hiking uphill for a number of hours.[/color] [color=Moccasin][b]"You were with the other group, right? Are Lauren and the others resting up?"[/b][/color]

[color=Gray]Reese nearly fell over and spilled his drink as Olivia settled next to him, a quick gasp of fright halted upon seeing who it was.[/color] [color=Moccasin][b]"I could do without the scares, thank you,"[/b][/color] [color=Gray]he sighed, looking into the fire.[/color][/indent]