"How come you don't have any scars?"

Levi and I have been lying like this for ages. Someone must have noticed that we missed breakfast, because food was sent to our room. We sat on the couch to eat, where we ended up just sitting in a comfortable silence until we finished. I leaned against him slightly, just because I can.

Petra really wasn't kidding when she said angels can put a lot away. When we had both eaten our fill, Levi had insisted upon cleaning the plates before leaving them outside his door. He sat down on the couch and I lay my head in his lap. We talked some more.

Well, I talked. Levi wanted to know more about me; I had to warn him that I led a rather uninteresting life until I saved him from the fire. I told him about my siblings and all the shit we got up to. He asked me about a scar and I told him about the crazy lawnmower incident. Something along the lines of it malfunctioning and me climbing under it to have a look and it starting up again. Mikasa saved my life that day.

"Scars fade over time, and if I have anything, it's time," Levi sighed.

I nod my head to show I understand. Levi plays with my hair, but he is no longer looking at me.

"We should probably get dressed. You need to train, brat,"

I nod again, sigh and get up. My body protests a little and I grab my clothes. I change quickly in the bathroom, dab on the cream that Dr Hanji gave me and sigh in relief as it absorbs into my skin. It felt wonderful. I look myself over in the mirror, my light green tank top sitting loosely but comfortably. The same goes for my three quarter gym pants.

I leave the shoes and socks behind, simply because they would be a bother. I stride out of the bathroom to find Levi and Erwin in a deep conversation. I nod at him when he catches my eye and I leave the room.

I easily remember the route to the gym from the day before, so I make my way there.

I push open the gym door to find Petra, Eld, Oluo and Gunther already there.

"I told you he would show up before eleven," Petra smiles at me. I glare back at her and keep my mouth shut.

Oluo and Eld hand Gunther money, while the man himself grins earnestly and gives me a thumbs up.

"Right then, back to training- wait, Eren, where are you going? We need to train you-" Petra reaches for my elbow but I move it out of the way and I head over to the weights. "Eren, what are you doing? We need to run through the drills we did yesterday-"

"So that you can try and kill me again?"

"Eren-"

"No, Petra. Why should I do anything you tell me to? After yesterday I'm surprised you can even look me in the eye-"

"Eren-"

"I don't want to hear it-"

"Look, I'm sorry we went overboard yesterday-"

"Are you? Because you guys don't look very sorry to me," I jut my chin out towards where Gunther and Oluo were wrestling with Eld while grinning like idiots.

Petra sighs and glances over her shoulder. "Look Eren, I really am sorry about yesterday. I know you are upset with us and I don't expect you to trust us right away, but will you just train with us? And I'm not asking because of Levi, I'm asking because I want to be your friend and I want you to be able to take care of yourself,"

Her sincerity pains me, because in all honesty I want to be her friend too. I'll just have to learn to trust her…

"Fine,"

And so they set to work, the gruelling task of whipping my ass into some sort of shape so that an angel attack wouldn't completely destroy me.

After just fifteen minutes I realise just how superhuman they actually are and after thirty minutes I have spent more time flat on my ass than actually defending myself. And after two hours of taking brutal beatings and trying to dish them back, my body decides 'Nope, no more,' and my legs give in.

I sink to the floor before Gunther could deliver a viscous kick to my chest, his foot missing my head by the skin of my teeth. Which is less than a hairs breadth but more than a micrometre.

"What's the matter, kid?"

"You know, if this were the real thing you would be dead now, right?"

"Get up Eren, you haven't landed any punches today. Were you even here yesterday when I instructed you?"

"Just let me catch my breath,"

"In a combat situation, the enemy won't relent until you are dead-"

"I know! But this isn't a combat situation so just let me catch my fucking breath, for heaven's sake!"

I can't help but snap at them. I don't mean to, but I'm sore and tired. I just need a breather. No one is more surprised than I am when Eld hands me a bottle of water. "Keep up the hard work. How's your ribs? I didn't break them, did I?"

Ah, he's referring to the snap-kick he dished out that was quickly followed by a killer right hook to my left ribs.

"They only bother me when I breathe, or move, but I don't think they're broken. I will have a beautiful bruise though, so thanks for that,"

He chuckles well naturedly. "Hanji gave you cream for your face right?"

I nod as I gulp down more water.

"Use that on your bruises; it will help a little,"

I nod, feeling a little better now that I've had the chance to rest and I slowly clamber to my feet.

"So, what's next?"

I will try to update every ten days or so, starting on the 30th.