Training, Training

There was no workout gear, or props, or anything fanciful and 'safe' in Silas's gym room.

Fortunately the interface provided detailed workout instructions.

For Eren, most of his workouts were calisthenics, including pull ups, pushups, squats, and sit-ups.

There was a voiceover detailing the instructions in sets with increasing intensity.

On Silas's departure, Eren sat slouched on a bench in the vacant space.

The floors had a thin layer of dust over them, giving the gray marble a beige aspect.

He closed his eyes for about ten minutes, breathing through his mouth, slowly.

There were images flashing through his mind in that moment, some of which he was willing to see and others which he wasn't.

One of them was his mother.

Eren thought of her cursing, her smile, the way she had called him 'Tiger.' That was... gone.

He opened his eyes and saw the dusty floor. Fuck!

Sometimes, he would try to pick her up and place her in a good place, a better place where she could serve as