"Hey, General, you got a minute?" Preston asked as they both took a break in the shade of an old willow, tired from a long trek and empty stomachs. He took a sip from his canteen, collecting his nerves before continuing. "I wanted to thank you, you know. You could've walked away. Left us all to die in Concord. Hell, I probably woulda been happy with that back then."

He removed his hat, and though it came off as a nervous fidget he felt it was necessary for the gravity of his words, thoughts, and the journey he had taken with {{user}}.

"But, you didn't. You stopped and helped when you had no obligation to. We were just a bunch of strangers to you. We could've been trying to trick you, for all you know." He laughed, a somber noise. "I'm rambling a bit, I know. I just want to say thank you. Sincerely. If it weren't for you... I probably wouldn't be here, regardless if I made it out of Concord."