Point taken. [ He put one hand at his side and the other on his chin. ] Not hungry, then. What else...
[ Really, what else could there be? Making smalltalk with an animal...an animal? That thought was irritatingly confusing to him, to the point that he shifted in his boat seat before finally perking up with obvious inspiration. ]
That's it. [ His fist falls into his other hand like he's had an "aha!" moment. ] You must be antsy to get onto land, yes? Hold on, just a little further now.
[ And with that he begins rapidly paddling once again, this time aiming for the bank of the river. It shouldn't take long. ]
That's not something I would wish upon anyone. There are few fights more painful than those between the ones you once held dear. [ Eren looks down dejectedly. ] Though, if it must come to blows, I do not believe it would be correct to hesitate.
[ If it came down to picking sides...well, Eren wasn't really interested. Here he had no personal obligations. In fact, this cheap conversation right here was probably the most invested he's been thus far. It's a little concerning, and it shows on his face. ]
Olympia does seem more structured and what one might call "proper." If you're a veteran here, do these two factions often come to conflict with one another? Even to the point of taking up arms?
[ Because if that were to be the case, Eren disappointment would rise to new heights. ]
I've been here for months. Six or so? Almost? [Merlin shrugs; almost six months and he hasn't found a reason to favor one side more strongly than the other beyond where he wants to live. If that says more about him or the factions, he doesn't know.]
They haven't fought, at least not that I've seen. Before recently, they didn't even go near each other. Wouldn't say they're friendly, though.
Far from friendly. [ The news hit Eren in quite a particular part of him. The very same part that he had been so ready to discard in this new world. ] Sounds to me like they're just itching for a fight. And not the kind that starts and ends with one's fists.
[ It was a touchy kind of peace, then. Which was to say, the most common kind thereof. Eren, for what it's worth, has enough sense not to continue taking the cynical side in this conversation. It just wouldn't be right. ]
Well, it's best to have hope. If they can make amends with each other for what happened years ago, that would be leagues beyond what I've had to deal with in my own time.
Wouldn't that be nice? [ Eren's still making shitty jokes. He then shakes his head lightly. ] No, that's not how I was wounded. Maybe if we don't die on the way down, I'll tell you as we sit around a campfire.
[ Once that was said and done, he can't help but ponder. How do you tell someone the proper way to be useful in a situation like this? He could just...well. ]
Firstly, take the steering wheel in hand. Firmly. And I'm going to need you to fire at every object you see, barring our own friendly ships. [ Eren makes this face that's halfway between reassuring and grimacing, but all the same the intent is to urge his partner on. ] You can do that, right?
Then I would have more liberty on this here planet than I would at home. [ Eren makes a difficult expression. Maybe there's no expression at all. He probably looks constipated. ] I'm not sure whether that's a comforting thought or not.
[ And in response to the warning, Eren does nothing but aim his gun and fire, blasting the thing to smithereens. For how destructive it all is, his body language is surprisingly composed. ]
And how do you spend your days on the surface? Simply enjoying the small pleasures of life? Or is there some grander purpose to it all?
I'm grateful for the help. [ He really is. It doesn't quite show up on his stony face, however. ] Despite what you might think, I'm quite practiced with a spear. Though the weapon and the tool may be a little different.
[ He puts his hand up to his chin in thought for a few moments before looking up at the man sternly. ]
I'd like to give it a shot, at the very least.
[ And that's when it hits him just how huge this guy is. If human height and weight was a scale from one to ten, he was about a thirteen. Holy hell. ]
Though I figure a spare few fish would hardly make a meal for you. ...What in the world did your parents feed you as a child?
Think nothing of it. [ He means that too. He would have happily helped because that's what he does. He goes out of his way to help others. He can't abide watching others suffer when he can do something about that. When he can do something as simple as lift and carry some young man out of a boat to help him fish. ]
Of course. I'm sure you'll do a lot better than me. I have terrible aim. [ He taps his missing eye for a moment and looks for long enough sticks to break off to make their spears. As he does, he can't help but laugh a little. He doesn't know if the young man understands things like genetics and anomalies, but he's not going to bore him. Instead, he returns with those makeshift spears and hands one over. ] Me? Good food! Sausages and cheeses and rye bread. Schnitzel and sauerkraut and so many wonderful things. They don't have half the food I love here, but what they do have is good because it's so very fresh. As for feeding me, I'll eat when you're done. You young folk need a lot more than me. [ Not true at all, but Reinhardt does that too. Gives up his meals while these times are so lean. ] Do you need me to take you over closer to the water? Or do you think you've got this?
[ Eren's missing an eye too...but he doesn't say as much as to not broach unpleasant topics. Instead, he focuses on all the warm things the man has mentioned - such as good meals. It's enough to make one laugh if he were within the walls, but here it's not so far away. Eren's mind becomes full of food fantasies.
But that requires getting the ingredients in the first place. Which is what they're here to do. Eren takes the spear silently, and shakes his head. ]
All acts in life are trials, just some...less difficult than others. I'll be fine. [ He hopes. ] Let's get to it, then.
[ Tenderly he moves from where he is to the beach, whereupon he removes his one (1) boot. As he rolls up his pant leg, he makes some light conversation, starting with the most obvious point. ]
[ Oh, it definitely stands out. Mostly because of where he's from. It actually makes him smile. It's been a while since he's heard anything so nostalgic.
Reinhardt is still smiling as he gets his own things ready, his boots removed and his own pants rolls up. ] I'm pleased to meet you, Herr Kruger. I'm Reinhardt. Reinhardt Wilhelm. And I hope we catch a lot. We'll need the energy when we start rowing again.
[ He says "we". He means himself. Eren isn't going to have to row that boat. ]
[ Thank God Eren's intuition is pretty decent. He doesn't know the term, but "herr" comes off to him as some form of title - and with the way Reinhardt uses it, it must be something casual, even friendly. The name nearly rubs Eren the wrong way, but he keeps his cool and shows nothing. ]
The effort will be worth it, I'm sure. Just need to start.
[ And that he does. It's not long before, kneeling on the beach, water creeping up to his knees every so often, that his eye catches the movement of what could very well be their lunch. With a motion that nearly makes a whistle in the air, he chucks his spear. And it hits with deadly precision, on one end of it is a fish that struggles and struggles some more, but in the end quickly bleeds out.
The whole process, however, threw off Eren's balance, and from his position it's very easy to fall into the river - unfortunately enough for him, this is exactly what happens. First he doesn't take it too seriously, hand still on the stick which connects him well enough with solid ground that he thinks he'll be just fine crawling his way back onto the bank. When that doesn't work, he tries to use his hand as a sort of anchor to push himself back in, and in doing so loses his grip, and quickly slips down the stream.
With little else to do, he's at risk of drowning. Please send help. ]
[ Reinhardt's way of fishing uses must less effort. It works for him just fine. It also means he can sort of keep an eye on his companion. Which is good, since it seems that Eren has himself a little problem.
Reinhardt doesn't immediately act. Mostly because he knows that no one likes to feel as if they can't do something. He thinks the young man has got this beat. So he waits and that seems to be a problem. Because Reinhardt can't swim.
He can't swim at all. If he dives in or is pulled in, he's screwed. Yet he still rushes to the edge and reaches down into the water with both hands to try and catch Eren and haul him up to shore without the both of them drowning.] I have you. Don't worry!
[ Crying for help? Not in his lifetime. Despite the severity of the situation, all he does it grit his teeth and bear it until the opportunity arrives to escape - he takes it with desperate fervor, grabbing Reinhardt for support and throwing himself onto the sandy shore. Leaving behind a path in the dirt of the beach, he falls first onto his shoulder and then onto his back, laying spread eagle, sputtering out coughs every now and then.
His panic quickly recedes - it takes just a breath, but it's a breath he wouldn't have been able to take without the help of someone else. For that at least, it beget some praise. ]
...Thank you. [ And after pausing for thought: ] Herr Reinhardt. Quite heroic of you to go to such lengths.
Might I ask what that means, actually? The term "herr". I'm unfamiliar with it.
[ He quickly moves on from the accident, for the sake of his own integrity, but with his clothes wet with his mistakes it was really quite difficult to take his mind off the whole mess. Lot of good rolling up his pants did there. ]
[ Reinhardt just smiles at the young man. He reaches over to give him a soft pat on the damp shoulders, letting him catch his breath. ] Think nothing of it. You are a friend, yes? And friends help each other. Besides, I couldn't forgive myself if I sat by and watched you. I can't swim so...I know what it's like to struggle like that.
[ He settles back, laughing a little when he pulls a small fish from Erin's sodden shirt. ] Looks like you caught one.
[ Another laugh. ] It's a title. In my language it just means Sir or Mister. But I will call you what you like.
[ The gesture is both welcome and unwelcome. The former because Eren is, at the moment, cold as shit (how does that work?), the latter because he's just naturally averse to being touched. But it's not as if he can do anything about it, and understanding that the intent is, quite honestly, kind and well-meaning, he resigns himself to it.
There's even a joke to appreciate, which helps in getting his spirits up after that flop on his part. ]
That's hardly even a mouthful after being roasted... [ Eren quirks a brow before pushing himself off the ground. ] Looks like my being foolhardy nearly got us both into a bind. My apologies. Though I can't help but wonder - and I mean no offense in asking - but...how old are you? I would have thought someone of your age would have experience with something as rudimentary as swimming.
[ It's a good thing that Erin isn't complaining about being cold because Reinhardt would have just given the younger man the shit off his back. As it is, he'll happily start the fire for the fish early to have a place for Erin to dry out. ]
It's a good snack to enjoy while waiting for the real meal.
[ If the fish haven't been scared away. If so, Reinhardt will scrounge for something. He won't let this young man go hungry.
And laughs brightly at the question. He knows with his silver hair and his beard and the age lines on his face, he must seem terribly old.]
Me? I'm 61. And if you wish to know, it's because I've always been so very large, even as a child. Even in the rivers and lakes, when my parents would let me swim, I was tall enough to just stand on the bottom. By the time I was around your age, I had joined a military group that wore heavy metal armor. In that armor, even the best swimmer would have drowned, so I just never learned how. Which means that once we're back in the boat, I'm counting on you to keep me from falling out while I row us the rest of the way.
[ It's a story that, though Eren hadn't been interested initially to hear, intrigues him the more it goes on. To him, there's humor in the fact that, rather than simply not knowing how to swim, the opportunity to learn just never showed up. He missed his chance for the six decades of his life. Not that Reinhardt would have been practicing since birth, though.
It's when Reinhardt himself implies that he'll be relying on him later on that Eren visibly balks at the idea, eye widening just a smidgen. ]
...
[ As much as he'd have liked to immediately deny the idea that he should be relied on - God knows, he shouldn't - it wasn't so bad, and neither was he so bad a person to strike down a person's good faith in such a mundane situation as this. ]
I'll keep that in mind. We've had an easy time of that so far, it's just this fiasco that's been troublesome. I think... [ Sighing - but not with disappointment, just resignation. Everyone had their roles. Eren's just wasn't in hunting. ] I'll leave the fishing to you. I'll have to start myself a fire just to dry, so take your time. We can eat after that.
[ Reinhardt gives the younger man a smile at that reaction. It hurts his heart a little to think that no one might have been willing to trust Erin. Well, Reinhardt will. Even if they'd just met, Reinhardt will just trusts.
So when his unreasonable request is finally agreed to, that grin just goes broader. ] I feel safer at the rest of the water crossing already. Safer and warmer. I look forward to that fire, my friend, and I'll see just how many fish I can get us to cook up. And if you feel like it, you can always join me with one of my poles. An extra hand on the lines is always best. [ He'll leave it open. No pressure to do anything but sit in front of the fire to get warm and dry. ]
[ It was difficult for others to trust you when you could hardly trust yourself. Eren was grateful that Reinhardt was willing to extend an uncommon courtesy and for that, silently made to gather kindling and the like without a single complaint. Everything after that was easily accomplished - it's with little trouble that he manages to get the fire going and before long their beach becomes just that much warmer.
With little else to do besides sit there, he finds himself uncharacteristically taking comfort in the heat. It was really rather rare for there to be anything on his mind but the next battle - here, at least, he was liberated of that. And in some sense, he was relieved. His shoulders no longer bore the burden of an entire nation, and yet... ]
...
[ He sighs. What was lost could never be regained. He shouldn't dwell on his world anymore. He turns his head to peek behind him. ]
[ Reinhardt has gotten his lines into the water. He's even taking off his shirt to fashion as a little net. He knows he's giving the young man a show, but it's fine. He's trying to make it so that Eren is comfortable in removing things to make it dry faster. ]
Thank you. That fire looks warm and perfect. If you'd be so kind as to get some sticks and help get that first fish roasted.
[ Reinhardt is just going to use that shirt of his as well as his makeshift poles to drag up quite a few fish for them both. ]
[ Eren's response is a curt, but very comfortable - ] Sure.
[ To which he follows up with making his way up the beach towards the trees, looking for only the driest, firmest, and thinnest fallen branches to cook on. He is, in fact, quite enthusiastic about this, though by average standard's he just looks like he's doing his job.
It's not long before he's gathered up a handful of them and returned, shivering, to the fire, laying them all out besides the embers. Seeing that there's already fish just waiting to be charred, he gets on it, setting them up so that they're speared all the way through and roasting right where they should be.
The smell alone is enough to make Eren's empty stomach rumble. ]
[ Reinhardt watches the young man and smiles a little. It's good to see the young man willing to still try, even after such a scary experience. He appreciates such bravery and stubbornness.
He continues to go back and forth until he's certain there's enough fish for two before he plops in front of the fire to try and get warm from being shirtless and wet. ]
I can't wait to dig in. But you go first. Since you worked hard at getting this wonderful fire going. [ That and he wanted to make sure he didn't eat more than his fair share. He knows he easily could. ]
[ Most would be distressed at the sheer level of raw excitement exuding from Lancer. Eren? He was much the same. The speed was thrilling, but him being the way he is didn't make much of a show of it. He simply gives Lancer a more eased expression upon realizing he was, in fact, enjoying the whole process. ]
But given the circumstances, shouldn't this be a good thing? After all, we're trying to get down as many people as we can. The harder we work, the greater a reward there will be in the end, yes?
[ Of course, that was assuming there was a reward. There wasn't. Didn't stop Eren, though. ]
In which case... [ There was a long, laid-out path for them to follow on the map. Eren took one look at it and that was it. He aimed the ship directly at the planet, and upon doing so shot the whole hunk of metal towards the surface (much to the dismay of the passengers). ] We need to go even faster.
I don't remember hearing anything about any reward.
[But he doesn't care. Having a good time is its own reward, especially since it's not like they don't need to get down to the surface anyway. Lancer's not keen on the idea of staying in this floating metal box forever—the space station itself or the ship.
As far as he's concerned, it seems like Eren knows what he's doing, and Lancer lucked out in piloting partners. When the craft speeds up, he just leans with it, over the controls on his side of the console, as if he could make it go faster through sheer force of will. Maybe he can. This is some sensitive technology, after all.]
I don't mind fast! Let's push this thing as hard as it can go!
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for amaterasu
That was a frown if he ever saw one.
Point taken. [ He put one hand at his side and the other on his chin. ] Not hungry, then. What else...
[ Really, what else could there be? Making smalltalk with an animal...an animal? That thought was irritatingly confusing to him, to the point that he shifted in his boat seat before finally perking up with obvious inspiration. ]
That's it. [ His fist falls into his other hand like he's had an "aha!" moment. ] You must be antsy to get onto land, yes? Hold on, just a little further now.
[ And with that he begins rapidly paddling once again, this time aiming for the bank of the river. It shouldn't take long. ]
for merlin
That's not something I would wish upon anyone. There are few fights more painful than those between the ones you once held dear. [ Eren looks down dejectedly. ] Though, if it must come to blows, I do not believe it would be correct to hesitate.
[ If it came down to picking sides...well, Eren wasn't really interested. Here he had no personal obligations. In fact, this cheap conversation right here was probably the most invested he's been thus far. It's a little concerning, and it shows on his face. ]
Olympia does seem more structured and what one might call "proper." If you're a veteran here, do these two factions often come to conflict with one another? Even to the point of taking up arms?
[ Because if that were to be the case, Eren disappointment would rise to new heights. ]
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They haven't fought, at least not that I've seen. Before recently, they didn't even go near each other. Wouldn't say they're friendly, though.
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[ It was a touchy kind of peace, then. Which was to say, the most common kind thereof. Eren, for what it's worth, has enough sense not to continue taking the cynical side in this conversation. It just wouldn't be right. ]
Well, it's best to have hope. If they can make amends with each other for what happened years ago, that would be leagues beyond what I've had to deal with in my own time.
for leo
Wouldn't that be nice? [ Eren's still making shitty jokes. He then shakes his head lightly. ] No, that's not how I was wounded. Maybe if we don't die on the way down, I'll tell you as we sit around a campfire.
[ Once that was said and done, he can't help but ponder. How do you tell someone the proper way to be useful in a situation like this? He could just...well. ]
Firstly, take the steering wheel in hand. Firmly. And I'm going to need you to fire at every object you see, barring our own friendly ships. [ Eren makes this face that's halfway between reassuring and grimacing, but all the same the intent is to urge his partner on. ] You can do that, right?
for lukas
Then I would have more liberty on this here planet than I would at home. [ Eren makes a difficult expression. Maybe there's no expression at all. He probably looks constipated. ] I'm not sure whether that's a comforting thought or not.
[ And in response to the warning, Eren does nothing but aim his gun and fire, blasting the thing to smithereens. For how destructive it all is, his body language is surprisingly composed. ]
And how do you spend your days on the surface? Simply enjoying the small pleasures of life? Or is there some grander purpose to it all?
for reinhardt
I'm grateful for the help. [ He really is. It doesn't quite show up on his stony face, however. ] Despite what you might think, I'm quite practiced with a spear. Though the weapon and the tool may be a little different.
[ He puts his hand up to his chin in thought for a few moments before looking up at the man sternly. ]
I'd like to give it a shot, at the very least.
[ And that's when it hits him just how huge this guy is. If human height and weight was a scale from one to ten, he was about a thirteen. Holy hell. ]
Though I figure a spare few fish would hardly make a meal for you. ...What in the world did your parents feed you as a child?
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Of course. I'm sure you'll do a lot better than me. I have terrible aim. [ He taps his missing eye for a moment and looks for long enough sticks to break off to make their spears. As he does, he can't help but laugh a little. He doesn't know if the young man understands things like genetics and anomalies, but he's not going to bore him. Instead, he returns with those makeshift spears and hands one over. ] Me? Good food! Sausages and cheeses and rye bread. Schnitzel and sauerkraut and so many wonderful things. They don't have half the food I love here, but what they do have is good because it's so very fresh. As for feeding me, I'll eat when you're done. You young folk need a lot more than me. [ Not true at all, but Reinhardt does that too. Gives up his meals while these times are so lean. ] Do you need me to take you over closer to the water? Or do you think you've got this?
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But that requires getting the ingredients in the first place. Which is what they're here to do. Eren takes the spear silently, and shakes his head. ]
All acts in life are trials, just some...less difficult than others. I'll be fine. [ He hopes. ] Let's get to it, then.
[ Tenderly he moves from where he is to the beach, whereupon he removes his one (1) boot. As he rolls up his pant leg, he makes some light conversation, starting with the most obvious point. ]
Your name. Mine's...Kruger.
[ German in origin, it must stand out...right? ]
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Reinhardt is still smiling as he gets his own things ready, his boots removed and his own pants rolls up. ] I'm pleased to meet you, Herr Kruger. I'm Reinhardt. Reinhardt Wilhelm. And I hope we catch a lot. We'll need the energy when we start rowing again.
[ He says "we". He means himself. Eren isn't going to have to row that boat. ]
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The effort will be worth it, I'm sure. Just need to start.
[ And that he does. It's not long before, kneeling on the beach, water creeping up to his knees every so often, that his eye catches the movement of what could very well be their lunch. With a motion that nearly makes a whistle in the air, he chucks his spear. And it hits with deadly precision, on one end of it is a fish that struggles and struggles some more, but in the end quickly bleeds out.
The whole process, however, threw off Eren's balance, and from his position it's very easy to fall into the river - unfortunately enough for him, this is exactly what happens. First he doesn't take it too seriously, hand still on the stick which connects him well enough with solid ground that he thinks he'll be just fine crawling his way back onto the bank. When that doesn't work, he tries to use his hand as a sort of anchor to push himself back in, and in doing so loses his grip, and quickly slips down the stream.
With little else to do, he's at risk of drowning. Please send help. ]
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Reinhardt doesn't immediately act. Mostly because he knows that no one likes to feel as if they can't do something. He thinks the young man has got this beat. So he waits and that seems to be a problem. Because Reinhardt can't swim.
He can't swim at all. If he dives in or is pulled in, he's screwed. Yet he still rushes to the edge and reaches down into the water with both hands to try and catch Eren and haul him up to shore without the both of them drowning.] I have you. Don't worry!
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His panic quickly recedes - it takes just a breath, but it's a breath he wouldn't have been able to take without the help of someone else. For that at least, it beget some praise. ]
...Thank you. [ And after pausing for thought: ] Herr Reinhardt. Quite heroic of you to go to such lengths.
Might I ask what that means, actually? The term "herr". I'm unfamiliar with it.
[ He quickly moves on from the accident, for the sake of his own integrity, but with his clothes wet with his mistakes it was really quite difficult to take his mind off the whole mess. Lot of good rolling up his pants did there. ]
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[ He settles back, laughing a little when he pulls a small fish from Erin's sodden shirt. ] Looks like you caught one.
[ Another laugh. ] It's a title. In my language it just means Sir or Mister. But I will call you what you like.
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There's even a joke to appreciate, which helps in getting his spirits up after that flop on his part. ]
That's hardly even a mouthful after being roasted... [ Eren quirks a brow before pushing himself off the ground. ] Looks like my being foolhardy nearly got us both into a bind.
My apologies. Though I can't help but wonder - and I mean no offense in asking - but...how old are you? I would have thought someone of your age would have experience with something as rudimentary as swimming.
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It's a good snack to enjoy while waiting for the real meal.
[ If the fish haven't been scared away. If so, Reinhardt will scrounge for something. He won't let this young man go hungry.
And laughs brightly at the question. He knows with his silver hair and his beard and the age lines on his face, he must seem terribly old.]
Me? I'm 61. And if you wish to know, it's because I've always been so very large, even as a child. Even in the rivers and lakes, when my parents would let me swim, I was tall enough to just stand on the bottom. By the time I was around your age, I had joined a military group that wore heavy metal armor. In that armor, even the best swimmer would have drowned, so I just never learned how. Which means that once we're back in the boat, I'm counting on you to keep me from falling out while I row us the rest of the way.
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It's when Reinhardt himself implies that he'll be relying on him later on that Eren visibly balks at the idea, eye widening just a smidgen. ]
...
[ As much as he'd have liked to immediately deny the idea that he should be relied on - God knows, he shouldn't - it wasn't so bad, and neither was he so bad a person to strike down a person's good faith in such a mundane situation as this. ]
I'll keep that in mind. We've had an easy time of that so far, it's just this fiasco that's been troublesome. I think... [ Sighing - but not with disappointment, just resignation. Everyone had their roles. Eren's just wasn't in hunting. ] I'll leave the fishing to you. I'll have to start myself a fire just to dry, so take your time. We can eat after that.
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So when his unreasonable request is finally agreed to, that grin just goes broader. ] I feel safer at the rest of the water crossing already. Safer and warmer. I look forward to that fire, my friend, and I'll see just how many fish I can get us to cook up. And if you feel like it, you can always join me with one of my poles. An extra hand on the lines is always best. [ He'll leave it open. No pressure to do anything but sit in front of the fire to get warm and dry. ]
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With little else to do besides sit there, he finds himself uncharacteristically taking comfort in the heat. It was really rather rare for there to be anything on his mind but the next battle - here, at least, he was liberated of that. And in some sense, he was relieved. His shoulders no longer bore the burden of an entire nation, and yet... ]
...
[ He sighs. What was lost could never be regained. He shouldn't dwell on his world anymore. He turns his head to peek behind him. ]
Herr Reinhardt? It's all ready.
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Thank you. That fire looks warm and perfect. If you'd be so kind as to get some sticks and help get that first fish roasted.
[ Reinhardt is just going to use that shirt of his as well as his makeshift poles to drag up quite a few fish for them both. ]
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[ To which he follows up with making his way up the beach towards the trees, looking for only the driest, firmest, and thinnest fallen branches to cook on. He is, in fact, quite enthusiastic about this, though by average standard's he just looks like he's doing his job.
It's not long before he's gathered up a handful of them and returned, shivering, to the fire, laying them all out besides the embers. Seeing that there's already fish just waiting to be charred, he gets on it, setting them up so that they're speared all the way through and roasting right where they should be.
The smell alone is enough to make Eren's empty stomach rumble. ]
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He continues to go back and forth until he's certain there's enough fish for two before he plops in front of the fire to try and get warm from being shirtless and wet. ]
I can't wait to dig in. But you go first. Since you worked hard at getting this wonderful fire going. [ That and he wanted to make sure he didn't eat more than his fair share. He knows he easily could. ]
for cu
Perhaps not.
[ Most would be distressed at the sheer level of raw excitement exuding from Lancer. Eren? He was much the same. The speed was thrilling, but him being the way he is didn't make much of a show of it. He simply gives Lancer a more eased expression upon realizing he was, in fact, enjoying the whole process. ]
But given the circumstances, shouldn't this be a good thing? After all, we're trying to get down as many people as we can. The harder we work, the greater a reward there will be in the end, yes?
[ Of course, that was assuming there was a reward. There wasn't. Didn't stop Eren, though. ]
In which case... [ There was a long, laid-out path for them to follow on the map. Eren took one look at it and that was it. He aimed the ship directly at the planet, and upon doing so shot the whole hunk of metal towards the surface (much to the dismay of the passengers). ] We need to go even faster.
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[But he doesn't care. Having a good time is its own reward, especially since it's not like they don't need to get down to the surface anyway. Lancer's not keen on the idea of staying in this floating metal box forever—the space station itself or the ship.
As far as he's concerned, it seems like Eren knows what he's doing, and Lancer lucked out in piloting partners. When the craft speeds up, he just leans with it, over the controls on his side of the console, as if he could make it go faster through sheer force of will. Maybe he can. This is some sensitive technology, after all.]
I don't mind fast! Let's push this thing as hard as it can go!