[h2][b][center][color=magenta]Reya Wyatt[/color][/center][/b][/h2]
Reya was quiet in the briefing and she sat in the back rather than up front like the good student. While she was excited about liberating the rest of the Knights, her care was much more focused and that was primarily for Diego, but her expression throughout the presentation was less expressive than usual and it had grown this way in the time that followed her meeting with the Precentor. What she thought would be a great relief to the Knights and maybe even a cause for some celebration had actually been the complete opposite and the feeling she had when they lifted off from the HPG complex had never gone away, it had just [i]changed[/i] and what that meant, she still wasn’t quite sure, only that it was there. No one seemed to want to interact with her at all and not until the briefing had any sort of acknowledgment or appreciation even been offered. Everything distilled down to the look Pop’s gave her when they first got back and spoke of the meeting. It was like she had become marked somehow. Within a few days [i]everyone[/i] had that same look. As the Colonel spoke, she absorbed everything effortlessly, but her mind, as it had slowly and more often, every day, started to consider what the Precentor offered.  

They didn’t need her, not truly, and the sentiment was always there: [i]Rich girl on adventure[/i]. In fairness, that part she had done to herself, but she made the most of it, if there was such a way to look at it; basically becoming Sunny’s mother while tyrants and suicidal maniacs tried to kill her, not to mention going on missions, surviving in a cave and keeping the Knights’ mechs running in top order with basic tools the whole time. She didn’t really consider herself religious, but the Precentor’s words always followed this train of thought- How fate had seemed to continually move her despite the odds. Now the fighting over this mudball felt so trivial. Comstar was so much more and not at all what she thought before. [color=magenta][i]Stop it.[/i][/color] A familiar voice chided from the back of her mind. Her countenance remained expressionless despite this, arms crossed and she only shifted in her seat to cross her legs the opposite direction. The Colonel and the Precentor seemed to speak in tandem almost like they were talking over each other. One in front of her and one echoing from her memory. [color=magenta][i]Enough.[/i][/color] 

The internal debate continued though.

Who were these people even? She could leave now and take Sunny with her. No one knew who she was on Espia. In her shirt pocket was the flower and that would be all she needed. Her hand moved to touch it, just to make sure it was still there, just as she had done many times, but her attention snapped fully to the present as the Colonel mentioned her by name. She ignored the probing glances directed her way as he spoke. With Stiletto there arranging the meeting, she had no doubt Jerard’s influence would be involved. They would get the guns because of Comstar and aside from that, she now wanted to see Stiletto again. Reya had kept the woman’s true allegiance a secret, suspecting it might have been some sort of test however before she could give it much more thought, the entire briefing took an unexpected turn at the Colonel’s pronouncement that he would seek out single combat against the leader of the Crimson Fists.  

The uproar was furious, but as soon as he said the words, her mind had already put together a complex equation of logic and emotion that seemed to be simply waiting for the right time. Two pieces that she knew instantly were meant for each other and would answer everything she had felt since all of this started. If the Colonel still would not acquiesce then she accepted her path. As the ruckus of the assembled Knights ebbed for a moment, she stood up and spoke above everyone louder than she ever had: “[color=magenta]Colonel Wayne![/color]” Instantly she could feel eyes turning on her. No one had ever heard her speak at more than a polite conversation, but she only looked at the Colonel. “[color=magenta]Let me be the one to prepare your mech.[/color]”