[ he’s dismissing the best part of it: the burning. to each their own, though— there’s something that feels mildly anonymous talking to a stranger about things so deep beneath their shells. what makes this man talk to him, of all people, he wonders? regrets, worries? they all come to him, somehow.
he can never return home, truly. he was no longer among the living, but the urgency to return still hangs above his head like driving lights. would he hate for everyone to show up here? in a way, yes, and another, no. ]
Depends when they’re taken from. [ which was an. odd answer!! what he’d hate to do is treat them like shit all over again. they’d probably hate to see him rather than the other way around. ] My captain went home after a while, [ but, eren shrugs. it wasn’t too much of an emotional loss. there was his own that he had to deal with. ] but no one’s showed since then.
[ . . . ]
I might even be relieved.
[ and that— was probably the first time he’s felt the pressure of such immense weight on his chest, painfully bottled for ages. he realizes this, and takes a clean shot of whiskey when it’s offered on a tray. ]
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he can never return home, truly. he was no longer among the living, but the urgency to return still hangs above his head like driving lights. would he hate for everyone to show up here? in a way, yes, and another, no. ]
Depends when they’re taken from. [ which was an. odd answer!! what he’d hate to do is treat them like shit all over again. they’d probably hate to see him rather than the other way around. ] My captain went home after a while, [ but, eren shrugs. it wasn’t too much of an emotional loss. there was his own that he had to deal with. ] but no one’s showed since then.
[ . . . ]
I might even be relieved.
[ and that— was probably the first time he’s felt the pressure of such immense weight on his chest, painfully bottled for ages. he realizes this, and takes a clean shot of whiskey when it’s offered on a tray. ]