Eren was about to leave the tent. In his opinion there was no need to stay here any longer. An old-looking bag was hanging from his shoulder, filled with some canned goods and bottles of water. The purple vial was still in his left jacket pocket. While he had stuffed the cans into his bag he was thinking when he should drink it.

Part of him wasn't sure if once he would be at home he would try to ignore it. He had reached the exit of the tent when suddenly he decided that he didn't wanted to return home so soon. When he would reach his lodging, he would be wet to the bones.
Lost in his thoughts Eren went to one of the benches, not paying much attention of the ones already sitting there. A deep sign came over his lips.



Should I? he asked himself, while looking around to see if there was someone who could possibly be of help, since he wasn't sure whose pain he would feel. He tapped on the shoulder of the man, who was sitting next to him. "Please don't be scared if you might hear pain expressions. The vials you know ..."

He stopped with his excuse but because he got the impression that it was needless but then he knew that he would be scared if someone, who was sitting next to him would suddenly cry out in pain.