One night, one entire night was spent eyes tightly close, devoid of dream, ten hours of perfect stillness that went against years of interminable nights allowed Henri to wake up as fresh as a daisy.
He stared at the confused soldier with a radiant smile. "Today, is a wonderful day!" He said.
"How much are we?" Asked Oswald counting the heads one after the others.
"Thirteen. Six were Titans, Gregor hasn't come back and colonel Iglesias is needed in this camp. Captain Jackal and colonel Auka will participate."
Tom pointed fingers at the men, taking care of their hairstyle with the last blade they were to hold for before long. "That's... Nathan, this one is Marks, and here's Rowan."
He pushed Ward to shake hands with all of them, which he did reluctantly. "Alex, Damian... And the one with dark brown hair is Harlow."
