[ He nods and keeps eating his makeshift ramen in silence. He's slow. He frequently pauses to take a deep breath or to sigh before eating more. The constant soreness and random pings of sharp pain keep telling him to take things easy. The acolytes checking up on him reiterate it with words. At least they seem to be keeping their distance now that Shinji's here. That's nice.
He stares into the bowl at one point and lets out a heavy sigh. God, he's tired. ]
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He stares into the bowl at one point and lets out a heavy sigh. God, he's tired. ]