there's no reason someone who gets as little sleep as he does should still even be alive—one more thing to blame on bullshit Ackerman genes, probably. but needing less sleep to function is not entirely a good thing. he's left alone with his thoughts for far too long. it's something that he usually just endures on his own, but tonight is a little different.
the night before an expedition is always more difficult. how many of them won't make it back this time? the last time they ventured out there, he wasn't with them. Erwin lost an arm, and nearly his life. this time, they'll be together again, but this expedition wasn't going to be like the others. he'd tried to talk Erwin out of going, but Erwin couldn't be swayed.
an especially strong sense of dread keeps him awake.
he winds up leaving his room with no real plan of action, restlessly pacing the halls. a million thoughts race through his head, but in the end, they're all about the same thing. the same person.
as he passes Erwin's room, he notices a dim light filtering under the door. it seems he's not the only one who can't sleep. for a moment he stands idle in front of the door, trying (and failing) to convince himself not to bother him. there are a hundred things he wants to tell Erwin, but maybe they're best left unsaid.
on the other hand, this could very well be his last chance.
so he takes a deep breath and knocks quietly on the door. ]
idk what this is
there's no reason someone who gets as little sleep as he does should still even be alive—one more thing to blame on bullshit Ackerman genes, probably. but needing less sleep to function is not entirely a good thing. he's left alone with his thoughts for far too long. it's something that he usually just endures on his own, but tonight is a little different.
the night before an expedition is always more difficult. how many of them won't make it back this time? the last time they ventured out there, he wasn't with them. Erwin lost an arm, and nearly his life. this time, they'll be together again, but this expedition wasn't going to be like the others. he'd tried to talk Erwin out of going, but Erwin couldn't be swayed.
an especially strong sense of dread keeps him awake.
he winds up leaving his room with no real plan of action, restlessly pacing the halls. a million thoughts race through his head, but in the end, they're all about the same thing. the same person.
as he passes Erwin's room, he notices a dim light filtering under the door. it seems he's not the only one who can't sleep. for a moment he stands idle in front of the door, trying (and failing) to convince himself not to bother him. there are a hundred things he wants to tell Erwin, but maybe they're best left unsaid.
on the other hand, this could very well be his last chance.
so he takes a deep breath and knocks quietly on the door. ]