Within a secluded chamber aboard Anthony's aircraft, four individuals sat in quiet contemplation: Kingsley, Seraphim, Dale, and Reynold.
Ever since the time Anthony had first rescued them amidst the chaos of war, none had spoken directly to their enigmatic captain. Now, gathered once more, they engaged in a quiet conversation.
"Sigh… I knew the captain wouldn't stay with us for long. His accomplishments during the war had already marked him for a different path"
Dale spoke with a heavy breath, a subtle sorrow woven into his tone.
"We should've seen this day coming.Even though we only accompanied him on a single mission, that one mission changed everything. He didn't just lead us, he made us better"
Reynold added quietly.
"We should ask him to stay. At the very least, he might understand… or perhaps even bring us along in his ascent"
Dale murmured, lost in thought.
Reynold shook his head in quiet disagreement, as he spoke.
