He should just go and drink a glass of yogurt and die.
The act of helping Sasha was more successful than he thought. Sasha is in her teens—the years when unknown emotions start to grow in the heart, but most, due to not getting much attention or nutrition, they die and become fertilizer for maturity.
But this all happens when there is no attention; with enough attention and concern shown, then that sprout will grow into a towering tree as time passes.
But the one he wanted to increase his favorability with is Historia. but when he thought about the future with a quite life without anyone by his side, a strange emptiness filled his heart, thinking some one at his side after all this chaos will end and the threats to his life would be annihilated, a anticipation sprout in his heart.
Knowing the brown head is just jealous, "Sasha, why are you pouting like this?" he still asked, feigning confusion.
"Who is pouting? I am not," she said and turned her head away.
by Now she started to consider Eren as one of her ture friends, and seeing him giving so much attention to Historia and answering the question that he didn't bothered to nod when she asked—this made her feel like she ate something sour.
Although the jealousy is an good indicator of growing friendship, But he couldn't let things go further like this, so he tried to clear the misunderstanding.
"I wasn't trying to neglect you. I just thought it's better to explain this to both at once so I don't have to repeat it again."
"I can't see why you couldn't explain it when I asked," Sasha retorted. The clumsy-looking, foodie Sasha is that sharp; I know it, but now I am experiencing it firsthand, well the experience is somewhat peculiar.
Eren said nothing else, he took his remaining bread, and shoved it into her mouth. Dealing with a jealous girl with reason—why can't you create a red graffiti by hammering the wall with your head?
Still looking at Sasha he can't say in words what he is feeling, It was just a piece of bread and porridge, and according to human nature he read in his past life not even a full day has passed. How can her affection increase so much? It doesn't make any sense by any tactic or book he know.
Well, the military special force officer understood the logic to develop emotions, but he doesn't understand them that much. It's true that affection can develop by this method, but love is not a math problem. If it tends to happen, then only a day or an hour is enough; if not, even seven incarnations are not enough.
Eren stood up, and after reminding them the plan once again, he walked away. Only Historia and Sasha remained there. Historia had finished her dinner, while Sasha still had the piece of bread that Eren had shoved in her mouth. Historia waited until Sasha chewed up the bread, and after drinking some water, she also stood up and nodded to Historia that they should also go now. On the way, they had the same small talk about how to sneak out of the cabin at night.
When they entered the cabin, Ymir was standing beside Historia's bed, because her bed was on the top.
"You two seem to get along really well."
Sasha didn't answer Ymir's question and, yawning, she walked to her bed, like a dead person, fell onto her mattress. On the other hand, Historia, after saying some good words about how Sasha is tired, she also went to her bed. Ymir didn't speak much and climbed up to her bed.
Sasha on her bed, pretending to be asleep, remembered the words that Eren said in the morning. He said to keep their distance from Ymir, as she is a big trouble.
For some reason, she believed his words, her heart seems to find comfort when she is with Eren. It's not because Eren had given her food, but because she can tell that Eren wanted nothing from her by that action. Generally, people give someone something in order to get something, but Eren gave her the only food he had.
For someone else, it's just a normal act of kindness that they will just forget when the food is digested. But growing up on the outskirts of Wall Rose in a village and family that relied squarely on hunting to survive, food is one of the most important things of her life.
She also knows where Eren had come from—one of the refugees of the Wall Maria incident. She saw the starving people changing their nature with hunger, and bit by bit becoming selfish to survive. If someone else had given her the food, she would just be grateful to him, but Eren seems too kind that he can still help others like that even after surviving those days of starvation.
Well, if Sasha knew that—although Eren had suffered on those past two years, because no matter how good one can be, they can't be good to you on the same level as their own children—he didn't suffer the starvation or that hardship stuff after being taken in by that man.
And about the talk of not wanting something, she is right; he didn't want anything from her in particular, because his goal didn't need anything in return from Sasha, which gave her hunter's intuition the feeling that he wants nothing from her.
But would her feelings change if she knew that? Well, maybe not, because it's the stir in her heart that made her think about him and notice all these traits, for which the primary reason was the positive feelings she developed for him at that time.
The thing is, if you like someone or see them positively, then you will notice the good traits they have. So, her feelings wouldn't change much even if she knew Eren didn't face those hardships and events that she is thinking; she would just find other good traits in him.
Sasha on the bed can't help but change her position again and again, trying to calm the restlessness of her heart. Every second seems so long for her. In the midst of that, a long-buried memory surfaced in her mind.
It was a quiet noon. Her father had gone on a hunt; her mother was cutting some vegetables after washing them in a nearby bucket.
She, sitting at the table, asked randomly, "Mom, why do people marry? And why did you and Dad married?"
"Hmm, for your two questions, the answer is one," a voice replied to her question. But it wasn't the expected feminine voice; it was the masculine, heavy voice of a man.
Her dad had returned. He didn't have any hunt with him, not because the hunt was a failure, but because her mother forbade him from taking the carcass inside the house due to the metallic and bloody smell that they filled the home with.
"Dad, you're back!" "Welcome back, dear."
Two voices, one childish and one mature, greeted him.
"Tell me, what's the one answer?" Sasha asked, not even letting him sit properly.
Her mother giggled and also urged him to tell. Although he was a hunter, he isn't someone who only knows how to kill; he is one of the wisest people Sasha's mother ever knew.
When Sasha asked her those questions, she was about to tell her daughter how they met, and then eventually fell in love and married, and how people marry to stay together, pass things down, or stuff. But her interest also spiked hearing her husband's words. She and Sasha both looked at him with expecting eyes.
Sasha's father Looking at them, gazing at him with eyes full of curiosity, he can't help but think, that they truly are the mother and daughter with same heart.
"Love. Love is the reason why people marry," he answered. He knows it's not the the only answer, there are other reasons like politics and interests for which people also marry, but those things are far away from their small house.
And the answer he gave is the best for a small child like Sasha at this age. And anyway, they won't force her into those things, and Sasha had taken after her mother and She is not the one who care much for interests, so this answer is perfect for her.
"Love? What is that?" Sasha heard many times that they love her, they love their family, mother love father, but she never heard what they mean by that.
"It's something that makes you feel special." This time a soft feminine voice answered, it was Sasha's mother who had spoke.
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