Paradis had definitely been a lot different that Reiner had imagined. A paradise on nature and beautiful sceneries. The "devils" were no devils either, at least so far. Sure, some of them were obnoxious and annoying, but none of them seemed like the spawns of evil they were constantly told about.
Not that it would matter in the end. Their mission remained unchanged. All of them had to die at some point. Even the people they were training with.
(Even the people he called his friends. The ones that looked up at him and trusted him. Was he really someone who would break that bond? If there was another way, for him to act his duties as a Soldier, protect the humanity and his friends-)
Bertholts voice breaks his invading thoughts. Reiner looks at him and nods.
"I don't really understand the point myself, either. They should primarily focus on exploring places during nighttime." What use are their abilities to hike in a forest and find their way if they can't do it in the darkness of the night, with limited fire. It's not like they had light like they had back in Marley.
Bertholdt nods in agreement. Navigating at night would be a far more useful skill for Paradis' soldiers. It isn't as though this island is completely ignorant about Titans: they know that Titans move in daylight and grow sluggish when the sun sets. So what sense is there in recruits practicing maneuvers when the sun is high overhead?
Then again, the expeditions outside the Walls occur in daylight, too. And Bertholdt, at least, won't be the one to tell them that it would make far more sense to move at night and sleep high in trees during the day.
"Maybe," he agrees, absently worrying his lower lip as he thinks. "Torches mostly use animal fat as a fuel source, don't they? I guess they might be conserving that."
It would make sense, given how scarce meat has become since the Wall fell. Since he and Reiner broke through the Wall.
"I don't know," Bertholdt continues. "I … feel like we might be missing something in this exercise. Like there's a trick to it, or … some obstacle meant to throw us off."
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Not that it would matter in the end. Their mission remained unchanged. All of them had to die at some point. Even the people they were training with.
(Even the people he called his friends. The ones that looked up at him and trusted him. Was he really someone who would break that bond? If there was another way, for him to act his duties as a Soldier, protect the humanity and his friends-)
Bertholts voice breaks his invading thoughts. Reiner looks at him and nods.
"I don't really understand the point myself, either. They should primarily focus on exploring places during nighttime." What use are their abilities to hike in a forest and find their way if they can't do it in the darkness of the night, with limited fire. It's not like they had light like they had back in Marley.
"Maybe they're worried about light sources."
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Then again, the expeditions outside the Walls occur in daylight, too. And Bertholdt, at least, won't be the one to tell them that it would make far more sense to move at night and sleep high in trees during the day.
"Maybe," he agrees, absently worrying his lower lip as he thinks. "Torches mostly use animal fat as a fuel source, don't they? I guess they might be conserving that."
It would make sense, given how scarce meat has become since the Wall fell. Since he and Reiner broke through the Wall.
"I don't know," Bertholdt continues. "I … feel like we might be missing something in this exercise. Like there's a trick to it, or … some obstacle meant to throw us off."