You were feeling aggravated.

You stared down at your notebook, the pages filled with all your notes regarding Eren along with everything Hange knew. Frustration bubbled deep inside your chest.

You had no idea how any of it came together and yet you knew there was a solution hidden in there somewhere. But no matter which way you examined it, the pieces refused to come together.

And yet, somewhere in the back of your mind, you felt as if you already knew the answer.

Like a word poised on the tip of a tongue. Or an object just out of reach of one 's fingertips as they held out a hand for it.

Arms crossed, you gnawed on the end of your pen. Ink flicked across the desk in tiny droplets with every movement of your jaw.

You glanced over at the table. At the failed initial experiments.

You needed better supplies.