Rose awoke early that morning to pray. She was knelt, grasping her cross tightly between her fingers as she mouthed the words to herself. This was a new habit; one she had formed since beginning her military service. Although it was strange, as she had always considered it a chore back at Sanctuary. Oddly, after only a week or so she had missed it. It made her think of home, or the only place she had ever really considered home anyway. She often thought of Mother Mercy and her teachings too. When training got tough, or she felt fear or reluctance to fight, she would think about how Mother Mercy would have dealt with the situation, without complaint or hesitation.