[ He hates involving the kids in the supply runs, he does, but it is much safer for all of them if he has more eyes to rely on, even if most of them are too small to put up any sort of a fight. That and they need to learn. It's unlikely any sort of help is coming for them, ever, and if something happens to him... ]
[ When something happens to him, because it's almost inevitable with the way he usually ends up having to throw himself between them and danger... ]
[ They need to be able to eventually make it on their own. ]
[ It's a pretty decent haul this time, he thinks, though they didn't really have time to check everything they looted from the bunker or the bodies, hearing dogs in the distance. They'd just piled the stuff into their bags and ran. But he had been sure they managed to grab a few first aid kits, and it seems he was right. Which brings them to their current crisis: the small boy sitting on Levi's bedroll -- unused in too long -- with his leg lifted in the air, sniffling and trying (not very successfully) to hold in tears, while a girl with dark eyes holds his hand reassuringly. ]
[ Things had gone well... mostly, until they had to retreat in a haste and Armin ended up stumbling into some barbed wire the compound was trapped with. They were able to cut him free quickly enough, but it still cut fairly deep, and Levi had abandoned some of his scavenged goods so he could carry the child in his arms and make sure they got away safely. He'd done what he could to make sure he doesn't bleed out on their lengthy trek "home" -- but they didn't have the time to clean and patch up the wound properly, which is what they're doing now. ]
Antiseptic. [ He corrects half-mindedly, finishing up cleaning his hands with whatever water they could spare for it. ] Good job, Eren. That's exactly what we need.
[ He holds a hand out of it, glancing back at Armin. He tries something like a reassuring smile, but it probably isn't very successful because Mikasa scoffs at him. ]
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[ When something happens to him, because it's almost inevitable with the way he usually ends up having to throw himself between them and danger... ]
[ They need to be able to eventually make it on their own. ]
[ It's a pretty decent haul this time, he thinks, though they didn't really have time to check everything they looted from the bunker or the bodies, hearing dogs in the distance. They'd just piled the stuff into their bags and ran. But he had been sure they managed to grab a few first aid kits, and it seems he was right. Which brings them to their current crisis: the small boy sitting on Levi's bedroll -- unused in too long -- with his leg lifted in the air, sniffling and trying (not very successfully) to hold in tears, while a girl with dark eyes holds his hand reassuringly. ]
[ Things had gone well... mostly, until they had to retreat in a haste and Armin ended up stumbling into some barbed wire the compound was trapped with. They were able to cut him free quickly enough, but it still cut fairly deep, and Levi had abandoned some of his scavenged goods so he could carry the child in his arms and make sure they got away safely. He'd done what he could to make sure he doesn't bleed out on their lengthy trek "home" -- but they didn't have the time to clean and patch up the wound properly, which is what they're doing now. ]
Antiseptic. [ He corrects half-mindedly, finishing up cleaning his hands with whatever water they could spare for it. ] Good job, Eren. That's exactly what we need.
[ He holds a hand out of it, glancing back at Armin. He tries something like a reassuring smile, but it probably isn't very successful because Mikasa scoffs at him. ]
You're going to be just fine, alright?