The human brain—despite what many poets and dreamers would say—is fairly simple. Activities that people enjoy produce chemicals that stimulate the brain. That explains why all people seem to do is eat, sleep, and screw. While things people dislike, such as taxes, or confrontation, set people off and cause them to become angry or frustrated.
If someone was to only think in this black and white way, the actions of not only the Jaegerist's, but the entire world would not make sense. Why go to war when all it causes is death, destruction, and terror? Why hate people who are different than you, since all it does is cause anxiety and fear?
Why would Eren Jaeger risk his life, and his friendships, for a goal which no one understood?
"Niccolo, we need to talk," Hange declared as they entered the restaurant.
Liesl and him met eyes for a moment, despite not knowing each other a simple glance was enough to tell they were both foreigners. The worn out, glazed over look of someone trying to navigate a new life was unmistakable.
"Just stay in here until I'm finished serving my guests, I'll be back as soon as I can."
They scouts meandered around the room, impatiently picking at their cuticles or tapping their feet. Liesl took a seat near a cabinet of wine, where Jean and Connie hovered above.
"Liesl, that's your name right?" Jean asked as she shuffled in her chair.
She gave a slight nod.
"Is this wine from Marley? We keep hearing the higher ups discuss how good it is?"
"Yeah, yeah, have you tried it?" Connie said more excitedly.
Liesl stared at the label on the bottle, squinting to make out the lettering. It looked familiar, and she swore she remembered Zeke saying it was a particular favorite of his. Although it was not the time nor the place to mention such things.
Liesl looked back up to them and gave him another nod.
"Yeah, it's from Marley."
"Haha! I suppose maybe we deserve some fancy wine too huh?"
As Niccolo made his way out of the room she watched as he made a quick stop, and then spun around toward Jean and Connie. Quickly he reached for the bottle in his hand and shoved the two boys away with a harsh thud.
"Put that down!"
"Relax, we were just messing around," Jean defended and lifted up his hand.
"It doesn't matter! You can't have it!"
The boys faces twisted in to expressions of hurt and concern. Earlier, when they had first arrived at the restaurant, Liesl swore that Niccolo was friendly with the Eldians. However his sudden outburst and hostile tone made her rethink such things.
"Why? Is it—"
"We can't serve filthy Island Devil's this stuff!"
Liesl stood up from her seat.
"That's rude, and I suggest that—"
Niccolo scoffed and cut her off, looking down at her as she glared toward him.
"You don't get to defend them, aren't you the one who followed Zeke around like a dog back home?"
Hange and Niema heard the sudden commotion and stepped toward the four of them. Niccolo resembled a street dog which had picked a fight it knew it would not win.
"That's enough Niccolo, go back and serve the Braus's. We'll be here waiting like you said," Niema spoke calmly as she stepped in between them.
Niccolo stepped away, he was out of sight within a matter of seconds leaving Jean and Connie to mumble to themselves.
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Fanfiction"Leisl Bauer right?" Zeke spoke softly, afraid his parents would hear him talking outside his window and scold him. "Yes? Who are-" "I'm Zeke Jaeger." He smiled, noticing the ribbon that held her hair tied back matched the pale arm band on her shoul...
