[ Eren keeps staring for a long moment, eyes slightly unfocused. It's still memory upon memory happening all at once like always. He's had so much solitude here over the past endless amount of time. There's no Zeke, no Ymir, just sand. Or waves. Or the soft grass when he can hold onto it.
It always comes back to sand and endless night, the shining tree pillar of the Paths shimmering somewhere in a distance that now seems unreachable. He's not sure why it's still there, but he's not a god — he doesn't really know how or why this place works. He never wanted to die, to accept whatever this fate really is, but there was no other way.
Armin pulls himself up and Eren refocuses, still looking down but not as far. ]
It's too soon.
[ He means it as clarification, but it almost sounds like an accusation. However long he's been here will never be enough to completely diminish his anger, at himself, at the world and its disappointments, at the end of time, whatever.
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It always comes back to sand and endless night, the shining tree pillar of the Paths shimmering somewhere in a distance that now seems unreachable. He's not sure why it's still there, but he's not a god — he doesn't really know how or why this place works. He never wanted to die, to accept whatever this fate really is, but there was no other way.
Armin pulls himself up and Eren refocuses, still looking down but not as far. ]
It's too soon.
[ He means it as clarification, but it almost sounds like an accusation. However long he's been here will never be enough to completely diminish his anger, at himself, at the world and its disappointments, at the end of time, whatever.
His features soften again, though. ]
I missed you.