[ it’s so romantic a thought that eren can’t help but to look . . . mildly troubled at her? not because she was wrong, but because— it just didn’t work like that on a larger scale, hate was too rooted. his eyes glance between the girl and the napkins being offered, and after the attempt at wetting his lips clean (and failing), he takes them. ]
Eren. [ she’s too bubbly for this, and she’s . . . trying her best, which is what makes him feel poorly. he wants to go home. he needs to go home. and he can’t do it alone, neither could he rely on the people already from here to fight back the infection when they weren’t ready to unite. ] You sound like you come from a nice place.
[ with optimism like that, she either had to be or was just too sheltered for her own good. ]
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Eren. [ she’s too bubbly for this, and she’s . . . trying her best, which is what makes him feel poorly. he wants to go home. he needs to go home. and he can’t do it alone, neither could he rely on the people already from here to fight back the infection when they weren’t ready to unite. ] You sound like you come from a nice place.
[ with optimism like that, she either had to be or was just too sheltered for her own good. ]