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The Hunter's heart felt two sizes two small in this tabard they have never really been used to, seeing everyone decked out in gold and black in the sunshine, all waiting by the cliffs.
Robbie, grinning in that familiarly bright and unrestrained manner. He waves at the Hunter anyway, like there was a possibility they do not seek him out every single time.
They smile underneath the mask and wave back, earning a raised eyebrow from Sara. It's always good to see the Rider without the skull helmet. Robbie is not the Spirit of Vengeance per se, a person of his own, but he is the hero the Hunter has gotten most fond of all this time. Sparky is as much a stranger as Blaze was known to the Hunter, the two probably both still are.
They sweep their eyes across the rest of the Suns: Peter grousing about suits and rashes, Stephen cloak-less, Carol and Steve both in awe of the endless flames that emanated from their gear, the Hulk incredibly smiling in peace. Wanda and Nico speaking in hushed and excited tones while Eric and Illyana stood stoically side by side, her hand on top of Charlie's head, scratching behind the ears now and then. Tony meanwhile has his visor up and was doing that complicated thing with his eyebrows seemingly directed at Hunter.
Sara crosses her arms next to them, listening as well to the banter that seemed to flow endlessly from their band of misfits. She lifts her head up as if in resignation, or probably resolve and looks the Hunter in the eyes. The Caretaker starts a little when they take her hand into theirs, but gives in to the sentiment, nodding toward the others.
"If there is anything you wish to say to any of us, now is the time."