He took it, glaring down. 'Picture' indeed. It looked exactly like him - similar to the boxes with the moving images, but for some reason seeing them on something that he recognized, like parchment, made them seem all the more alien - even if they were still.

Unfortunately, other than his name, he could make out no other text on the page.

"... This is about me." He frowned, looking back up at Wyatt. He felt mildly embarrassed - his literacy was a point of pride, in an army where most could not write their name. Being rendered thus...

"What does it say?"