[ worry invades eren’s thoughts and his eyes lift to them, and while he could be . . . plenty dense, feeling one’s own feelings was helpful. maybe he’d feel the same way, if things were different. if he actually had something long to look forward to and something stabilizing like any old life, but—
there’s a special sort of detachment to his companionship, the kind that is still warm rather than touched with coldness. eren could like, love unconditionally, and still finds himself free.
he’ll miss the people he’ll have to leave here one day, but then again he’ll have to leave all his dearest one day. is that the way he should go about it? perhaps . . . and also if it were mutual. ]
Don’t think of it as help. Just . . . Let things flow. [ they’ll find their way around it, and themselves, naturally. but, with something else to attend to now . . . ] You’re worried.
[ he just doesn’t know . . . how else to address it, and he doesn’t want to make assumptions. he could see the color— he just cant make out the shape. ]
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there’s a special sort of detachment to his companionship, the kind that is still warm rather than touched with coldness. eren could like, love unconditionally, and still finds himself free.
he’ll miss the people he’ll have to leave here one day, but then again he’ll have to leave all his dearest one day. is that the way he should go about it? perhaps . . . and also if it were mutual. ]
Don’t think of it as help. Just . . . Let things flow. [ they’ll find their way around it, and themselves, naturally. but, with something else to attend to now . . . ] You’re worried.
[ he just doesn’t know . . . how else to address it, and he doesn’t want to make assumptions. he could see the color— he just cant make out the shape. ]