Raeven watched the squads begin to form. She listened to the chatter, focusing on no voice in particular. The hum of excitement and "Pleased to meet you"'s filled the air, reminding her of the old hum of Sovereign. She felt an urge to smile, but only gave herself a little range to give a soft smile. The way Hector had announced her made her feel like she was being considered one of his right hand men. She certainly wanted to portray that in her actions around the squads. Out of all of her years in such a powerful city, she knew that the way she portrayed herself mattered about how people saw her.

She turned her attention to Hector, picturing his smaller, younger self next to him. The change was drastic. The childish imagination of having power transformed into a tall, confident man that seemed humbled by the amount of power he had. In moments like this, she wished that they were all young and free again. The three amigos they used to be had been one of the best times of her life. Even to this day, it was her happiest memories. She could only hope that after this war was over, they'd enjoy life again together.