Chastian didn't know a great deal about wars.  Her education had not encompassed such weighty matter. Nor had she felt it was important at the time or since.  She had been about to answer the man when the fellow with the long red hair spoke up. Those amber eyes of hers widened and she just stared numbly.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><strong><em>C...Cruise? Is that really you?</em></strong></span>She asked with a trembling voice.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><em><strong>I sent letters. I went to hand deliver them too.</strong></em></span>That said something too. Chastian really did NOT like cops or anything even close to resembling them. Oddly, she had accepted Cruise. She finally straightened and stood, though her arms covered her bareness protectively.<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><em> It's Chastian, Cruise. </em> </span>  </strong>She looked as if she were going to cry.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><em><strong> I...I saved your most favorite things, in a safe place. But...</strong></em></span>She sighed sadly.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><em><strong>They're gone now.</strong></em></span>She didn't make her way over to him, he might not even want to see her now. He might hate her for all she knew. She didn't mean to ignore everyone else. Cruise had been her rock in the midst of life's storm. Once again, it was quite a maelstrom of a storm. Here he was quite mysteriously.