Hector Grant's heart warmed at Candice Tate's words.
He had joined the military at a very young age.
He had slowly climbed the ranks, his position growing ever higher, and the weight of his responsibilities ever heavier.
At some point, he had grown accustomed to shouldering everything.
Everyone around him either trusted him or depended on him.
It had been a long, long time since anyone had spoken to him with such a tone.
Someone wasn't treating him as a pillar of support, but instead was asking him to make a request—and promising to fulfill it.
The novel sensation left Hector Grant in a bit of a daze.
The feeling was a pleasant one.
But he quickly suppressed it.
As much as he enjoyed the feeling, his reality wouldn't allow for it.
In his position, there were too many things waiting to be done.
Hector Grant smiled at Candice Tate. "Thank you, Candice, but these two are more than enough. You're tired, too. Go rest for a bit. I need to talk with your sister and the others."
