Redsand Canyon And the highway signs say we're close

His usual solitary patrol was soon interrupted by the presence of his imperator. Kallik slowed and greeted him with a respectful nod and a flat: Sir. If anyone was to join him, he supposed he preferred Germanicus. 

How are you? he asked. Although he was fine walking in silence, he felt some strange obligation to check in on the canyon leader. He felt an obligation to do more than check in—he needed to follow the rules and not make waves. He wanted to be a good soldier. These desires came from somewhere he wasn't familiar with. They belonged to a version of himself he didn't yet know. But he was willing to figure it out.