[Without realizing it, Erwin has slipped into speaking Eldian, and his voice is soft. Falco's face is horrifying, but Erwin has seen enough battlefield injuries to not be repulsed by it.]
Then again, I understand the impulse. Of everyone here, only Levi has ever seen my stump.
[Which, being well healed and scarred over, is objectively way less gross than Falco's face. Still, Erwin keeps it covered, and while he doesn't mind mentioning the lost arm, he doesn't want to wave the evidence of it around either.]
[Having dealt with that subject in as much detail as he feels like, Erwin cracks the book open. He peruses the first page, then clears his throat and starts reading. His reading voice is slower than usual, because he's mentally translating from English to Eldian.]
Squire Trelawney, Dr Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, from the beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace 17-, and go back to the time when my father kept the Admiral Benbow inn, and the brown old seaman, with the sabre cut, first took up his lodging under our roof.
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[Without realizing it, Erwin has slipped into speaking Eldian, and his voice is soft. Falco's face is horrifying, but Erwin has seen enough battlefield injuries to not be repulsed by it.]
Then again, I understand the impulse. Of everyone here, only Levi has ever seen my stump.
[Which, being well healed and scarred over, is objectively way less gross than Falco's face. Still, Erwin keeps it covered, and while he doesn't mind mentioning the lost arm, he doesn't want to wave the evidence of it around either.]
[Having dealt with that subject in as much detail as he feels like, Erwin cracks the book open. He peruses the first page, then clears his throat and starts reading. His reading voice is slower than usual, because he's mentally translating from English to Eldian.]
Squire Trelawney, Dr Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, from the beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace 17-, and go back to the time when my father kept the Admiral Benbow inn, and the brown old seaman, with the sabre cut, first took up his lodging under our roof.