[Acceptance is a hard won thing back home, at least from the majority of people. While the Survey Corps go out of their way to protect the inner walls, they typically find themselves criticized for not doing it well enough. Jean sometimes thinks—sometimes, not always—that he could have been the same. He could have had that luxury, to live in ignorance of it all, but he knows it's better that he's abandoned that mindset.
The fact of the matter is that life is much easier here. It's easier than being with the military police, and it's easier than it was before five years ago. There is no knowledge of the Titans. These people just look at him with a look of blissful ignorance.
Jean doesn't judge them for it, not in the least. But he does wonder: what is it they're missing? Is there a catch in this world, too?
He grips his malt carefully as he slips in and out of thought, this time dragged out by a pair of boys who are sticking paper up in his face with a pen.]
You—! [Because that was sudden. His eyes widen and his face contorts before he puts it together.] Heh ... of course. [A slow smile forms, only on Jean's face it looks slightly twisted.
Some part of him isn't surprised that it's kids. At least it makes sense that it's kids.]
3
[The customs of this world are strange. The technology, the different aspects of it, everything in-between. Jean doesn't really know what these flying vehicles are supposed to be, but something tells him that they'd help out against Titans. And if they didn't, then the Titans would be able to swat them out of the sky like they're nothing.
There are pluses and minuses to them, aren't there?
Either way, he wanders up to a convertible that's parked on the side of a street and pokes at its door. The top is down, so after a moment, he climbs inside—
—which of course, of course, triggers a response.]
What the—! [is yelped at first, and he begins to clamber back out, perfectly hitting the horn of the car at the same time.]
Damnit ... [That last bit falls out of his mouth as he regains his footing and glares back at the car.]
Jean Kirstein | Attack on Titan
[Acceptance is a hard won thing back home, at least from the majority of people. While the Survey Corps go out of their way to protect the inner walls, they typically find themselves criticized for not doing it well enough. Jean sometimes thinks—sometimes, not always—that he could have been the same. He could have had that luxury, to live in ignorance of it all, but he knows it's better that he's abandoned that mindset.
The fact of the matter is that life is much easier here. It's easier than being with the military police, and it's easier than it was before five years ago. There is no knowledge of the Titans. These people just look at him with a look of blissful ignorance.
Jean doesn't judge them for it, not in the least. But he does wonder: what is it they're missing? Is there a catch in this world, too?
He grips his malt carefully as he slips in and out of thought, this time dragged out by a pair of boys who are sticking paper up in his face with a pen.]
You—! [Because that was sudden. His eyes widen and his face contorts before he puts it together.] Heh ... of course. [A slow smile forms, only on Jean's face it looks slightly twisted.
Some part of him isn't surprised that it's kids. At least it makes sense that it's kids.]
3
[The customs of this world are strange. The technology, the different aspects of it, everything in-between. Jean doesn't really know what these flying vehicles are supposed to be, but something tells him that they'd help out against Titans. And if they didn't, then the Titans would be able to swat them out of the sky like they're nothing.
There are pluses and minuses to them, aren't there?
Either way, he wanders up to a convertible that's parked on the side of a street and pokes at its door. The top is down, so after a moment, he climbs inside—
—which of course, of course, triggers a response.]
What the—! [is yelped at first, and he begins to clamber back out, perfectly hitting the horn of the car at the same time.]
Damnit ... [That last bit falls out of his mouth as he regains his footing and glares back at the car.]