[He feels a small swell of pride to hear that his superior officer has faith in his competence. But he's thrown off when he realizes that it's not a matter of this world that Erwin has come to discuss, but a matter of the world they had left behind. He nods wordlessly, sharply, before drawing up a seat for himself.]
What's happening back home?
[His voice is tight, and he realizes that sounded much more like a demand than what is likely acceptable for him to address the commander of the entire Survey Corps with. He can't help but let his gaze shift to the empty sleeve hanging from Erwin's shoulder again. As gruesome as a missing arm is, there's a lot more that could be lost.]
September 30th, action.
What's happening back home?
[His voice is tight, and he realizes that sounded much more like a demand than what is likely acceptable for him to address the commander of the entire Survey Corps with. He can't help but let his gaze shift to the empty sleeve hanging from Erwin's shoulder again. As gruesome as a missing arm is, there's a lot more that could be lost.]