He relaxed a little when he saw it was Grell, about to lapse into some ridiculous flowery poetry about her beauty or how pleasant it was to see her when her eyes widened at something behind him. He watched her move, as if awed, to stand in front of the flag. It was the tone of her voice when she said 'brilliant' that Thatch realized one of the reasons Marco loved her. Hell he half did himself already, just because of that.

"I made it a little after Namur arrived. Bit outdated now... but it's one thing I'll never change." He would follow Marco into the fire if he had to but he would never forget where he came from. What made him who he was.