[ which, after another look back and forth between other conversations— about putting an end to this and that, or waiting out, or many, many other opinions . . . and not one mutual end to those branches. “that’s what we’re here for!” one may retort if he were to speak his thoughts. he might touch a few, but not all of them. hoping to do so was just foolish.
at least he was aware of that, and why he doesn’t say much at all. not a single one of them spoke about how this could tie into their return home either, and it bothers him. yes there is the possibility of slavery in a neighboring city. yes it is tragic and repulsive. but they are outsiders, extra pawns they can get with every extra foot set across the mirrors and even more scapegoats. that’s all they’ll ever truly be here.
he doesn’t know how much “good” would do a heart hammering for justice, when it does not work as heroically as one would like. nothing removes the hunch from his mind: you’re being used. he hopes he’s wrong, but not surprised if he isn’t.
pulling a sip to his lips and letting the burn run down his throat, eren looks around them with an almost disappointed sigh, completed by the flick of his tongue, reptilian in nature. this was just. some kind of grape brandy, but eren swerves the drink in his hand and shrugs. ]
It gets the job done. [ good ol’ chest burning! ] Holding back?
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[ which, after another look back and forth between other conversations— about putting an end to this and that, or waiting out, or many, many other opinions . . . and not one mutual end to those branches. “that’s what we’re here for!” one may retort if he were to speak his thoughts. he might touch a few, but not all of them. hoping to do so was just foolish.
at least he was aware of that, and why he doesn’t say much at all. not a single one of them spoke about how this could tie into their return home either, and it bothers him. yes there is the possibility of slavery in a neighboring city. yes it is tragic and repulsive. but they are outsiders, extra pawns they can get with every extra foot set across the mirrors and even more scapegoats. that’s all they’ll ever truly be here.
he doesn’t know how much “good” would do a heart hammering for justice, when it does not work as heroically as one would like. nothing removes the hunch from his mind: you’re being used. he hopes he’s wrong, but not surprised if he isn’t.
pulling a sip to his lips and letting the burn run down his throat, eren looks around them with an almost disappointed sigh, completed by the flick of his tongue, reptilian in nature. this was just. some kind of grape brandy, but eren swerves the drink in his hand and shrugs. ]
It gets the job done. [ good ol’ chest burning! ] Holding back?