Redhawk Caldera I will be waiting for you on the other side of the frozen pines

She watched his face, even as he turned away, yet she found him easy to read even without his eyes toward her. They lost. And for the moment her ears heard nothing else. What did that mean for her, too? How badly had they lost? She remembered protecting one of them - the last memory before the world turned black, and the man she looked for. But what if she was too late? He always seemed like someone strong, resilient, yet she realized in her sharpest memories, thoughts of him were always accompanied by the tang of blood, the sickly warmth of herbs, and the gnawing sense of a deep and gnawing uncertainty.

Troubled for both their plights, and not wanting to dwell any further, "I'm sorry," was all she could say. If not for the names now vying for a spotlight in her mind, she'd have taken a beat to ask if he was alright. Yet she found herself preoccupied, and she flipped through the list he gave her, here and there recalling a few - but every one felt distant and throbbing, and nothing like the way her surname had resounded when she'd heard it so clearly on the beach. But wait - and she tipped her head with a thoughtful turn, finally giving thought to all that the boy had spoken, because she did recognize one above the rest.

"They all sound familiar - but hazy. Hydra, though. You know her?"