Eren finds his own Drivesuit in his locker, going through the motions even though he's maybe three-quarters awake. That's fine. They're well-trained, after all. Wouldn't survive if they couldn't do this at a moment's notice.

A smile that is anything but kind settles onto Eren's face.

"That's fine. I swore I'd kill all those bastards myself anyway, didn't I? We don't need Kaiser's crew. We'll do it."

He says that with the absolute certainty that always drives him. His need for revenge has brought him this far. Kaiju ruined his home, like so many others, but he takes everything so fucking personally. And his talent for fighting them is undeniable, even if he can be wild or unstable. It's fine; that's what he has Bertolt for, isn't it?

He pulls his clothes on, doesn't bother actually fixing his hair, looks at Bertolt with that same half-mad smile still on his face.

When they move to get the armour on, technicians filing around them, Eren stands and lets them dress him. He looks like he could take on the world, one of the golden boys of the Rangers. Humanity's hope, too much placed on their shoulders, too much held inside them.

"You ready, Bert?"