[Eren learned, eventually, how to walk softly, observe his surroundings, give thought to his actions before taking them, but...it wasn't a skill that came easily, and it's still not so finely honed as that of his comrades. Eren is loud, reckless, an angry bull just waiting to see red; Sunny is quiet, careful, more clever than Eren's sure anyone gives him credit for.
[He sees things. And he sees where to go next. Eren turns that way, leaves crunching beneath his feet. He can't smell smoke yet, but they can see that glow. Eren follows the path it illuminates.
[Sure enough, they find the camp. Twostrangers who were "kind" enough to trade their food for what Eren later decides was one too many knives. Now, he and Sunny are only a tent away, albeit with the smoldering remains of a fire between the two.
[That's fine. Eren learned to talk softly too. He combs his fingers through Sunny's hair, the boy wrapped up against him.]
What do you think?
[It's almost funny to ask someone with so little to say such a broad question, but whatever response Sunny gives, Eren will know his answer.]
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[He sees things. And he sees where to go next. Eren turns that way, leaves crunching beneath his feet. He can't smell smoke yet, but they can see that glow. Eren follows the path it illuminates.
[Sure enough, they find the camp. Two strangers who were "kind" enough to trade their food for what Eren later decides was one too many knives. Now, he and Sunny are only a tent away, albeit with the smoldering remains of a fire between the two.
[That's fine. Eren learned to talk softly too. He combs his fingers through Sunny's hair, the boy wrapped up against him.]
What do you think?
[It's almost funny to ask someone with so little to say such a broad question, but whatever response Sunny gives, Eren will know his answer.]