"Is it really true?" The young man said as he spotted the Striker making his way to the east wing of the Monty building.
The Striker turned towards the sound of the voice, his eyes landing on the Anchor who'd approached with a fervour he'd never seen before.
He was a pretty man with elfin features, long charcoal hair that fell loosely past his jaw and ended at the juncture between his jaw and shoulders in uneven layers, and was also the Striker's closest friend.
"Felix," he acknowledged. "Is what really true?"
He rolled his muted, reddish-brown eyes. "Don't act like you don't know. Are we seriously going to Toleran?"
The Striker stared at the Anchor for a moment before shaking his head derisively. "Where did you hear that?"
Felix stared back at him blankly. "Ha, you're giving me shit right now, right? How could the Captain of the Third Cohort not know about this?"
