Thank you, stranger. Eren turns to him, slowly letting out a frustrated breath. Really, everything about him screams frustration - the furrow of his eyebrows, his scowl, the rigid way he carries himself - even the way he adjusts his coat is irritable.

"It's bullshit. What is the point of all of this?"

He grumbles, shooting dirty look at a Capitolite who brushes too close to him.

"Who's even heard of Christmas? Why all the fuss for something so dumb?"