"Told you already, I wanted get some fresh air. Heat was making my wounds burn."

Satisfied with his perching spot, Guts gets comfy there on the rooftop. No matter how gruesome things got after a war, it was always peaceful to watch the dusk fade and see the stars.

So, for a while, he drinks in the sight of the trees beyond the barricades, the dirt roads and the structure of the town. Fires begin to get lit with the coming of the night, bathing small areas with warmth. He catches the moon, barely visible in its waning stages. Despite lacking a weapon, it was easier to relax away from all the village inhabitants.