[ if getting stabbed will lead him to getting free pizza, maybe he should make sure to have rin do it more often. free meals aren't something you should turn down, as a general rule.

though technically, he doesn't even need to eat, even if it is a technicality he decides to keep to himself. he'll still crave a pizza.

heine had, from his very first arrival, resolved to not think on the destruction that had inevitably overtaken his world in virtue of him being here. he knew, in the recesses of his conscience, but had never acknowledged it head on.

and as always, he lingered in the past instead.

lazily, red eyes move from the green-browns to rin then to look ahead of him. a roll of his shoulders, muscles loose and stretched and lacking in adrenaline. ] No. Not really. Definitely not something this big.

Ah - it's always cold. Don't think anything like this - [ weak? natural? kind? ] - would last long. A big part of the city doesn't even have a sky.

[ a shrug, to emphasize just how average such a thing was to him. it wasn't that he was being particularly wordy, but it was a comparison drawn and over and over it was hard to even picture a different environment.

yet here he was in one. mostly unimpressed. ] It's just different. [ it's never just, but it is significantly easier to put things so plainly. ]