Her train of thought stopped dead when her eye fell on the portraits on the wall above the front desk.
…oh boy.
Gallant.
Three feet high and two feet wide, the two pictures were black and white, bordered by foot-wide black frames. The pictures themselves were head-and-shoulders shots of Aegis and Gallant, both in costume, masks on. She knew from her own experience that the pictures would have been taken in their first week on the team.
Huh. Seems like an odd choice to not use updated pics.
Gallant looked so young. He had still been so young when the tidal wave had smashed into him and caved in his chest. Only seventeen.
Out of respect for the dead, I am trying so hard to rein in my desire to make an ABBA reference right now.
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