Controlling MANNA

There was about half an hour prep period before the televised interview.

Silas used this time to brief Eren on what he could say, what he could not say, and what he needed to say.

He felt disgusted, in a way, because it would all be staged and fake.

He felt that he would be their bitch, a puppet for cagey tactics.

So, he asked the professor; "Do we really have to do this?"

At this time they both sat close to one wall of the massive convergence room.

In reply Silas tentatively slipped a tablet to him, the screen lit with the 'map', a visual scheme which Sol had developed and shown them much earlier.

"We have to start here," Silas whispered tensely. “So just be calm and play along.”

The old man was right. They definitely had to start somewhere.

So, in spite of his disgust, Eren agreed.

He did meet also with the Winchester Clan Head, a majestic and decorated, elderly man with curly hair and almost countless bracelets on his forearms.

The man shook his hand and s