Somebody's Icon
And when he saw her, over-eager and determined; 'sir' respectfully following sentences and hand raised in genuine salute, he didn't see a young blonde rookie; sister to a former comrade, but himself.
And when she followed through with her reports, though fumbling over words, he could sense her resolve; understood precisely what she was thinking - the buzzing frantic thoughts that spun wild behind eyes a few shades lighter than his own.
And this must have been what it was like to be on the receiving end of glory. To be more than a mere man.
To be somebody's icon.