The Offer

"Eren, it is a joy to have you back."

Vatican Sol's gray hair was growing wild on his temples, so that they stood out like bristles before his ears.

Then the same hair crept to the crown of his head in a well-tended, running buzz cut.

He was holding the electronic tablet in which they had viewed the 'map' of their plan several months before.

He was the only one viewing it now, or whatever was on that screen.

"Silas told me when you awoke yesterday. Unfortunately I could not come down at once.”

Beside them, a weak sun was casting its gentle rays through the window.

The three of them were seated in the professor's study, and Sol's shiny shoes made a scraping sound as they mistakenly grazed the floor.

"I have to brief you on your mission," he continued, then,cast a glance in Silas's direction before adding, "But I think there's some other information you will be needing first.”

Eren turned to Silas, who had coughed lightly.

He had a small pile of about four clean sheets of