Eren had never thought there would be people outside the wall (he might have made sure he never thought this, but who knows; there's a lot he took from his younger self that Eren right now is still unaware of). The way he thought before now was so…simple, or it seems it now. Kill the titans. Save humanity. Go see if the ocean is real.
They haven't reached it just yet, but the ocean is sure to be real. He knows. He's seen it, even if the others haven't yet. And across that ocean is the rest of the world, full of millions of people, most of whom have been taught to hate the inhabitants of Paradis for the unforgivable sin of their bloodline.
They're not the only ones who can hate.
Nothing on the island seems interesting now that there's a world beyond it. Does the outside seem interesting? Maybe. But it also seems like a trap, something that will ensnare them at every turn.
He turns it over in his mind. What happens if he tells Erwin the future? Is he meant to do that? Is he not? Erwin won't sentence him to death, he thinks, at least not right away. It's not like the Commander is free of thoughts of violence, but he doesn't know him as a person well enough to know how far he'd be willing to take it.
Maybe just parts of it, slowly. There will be a line, he thinks, that Erwin won't cross. He has to figure out where it is and stay behind it, or pretend to, or…
Fuck, this is a mess. He wishes again that Armin was here to sort it out. He's not smart like Armin is. He's just angry and desperate, like he's always been, though he feels less helpless than he once did.
He rests a hand on the gate but doesn't open it yet.
"Technically don’t we have three?" He asks. "When we can figure out how to use the Founder, we have three." Not if but when.
He shakes his head. His jaw tightens a little, his hand clenched on the gate.
"They won't. They're going to come back. They won't stop until we're all dead, or…"
Deep breath, Eren.
"Or they all are."
He doesn't dare to look sideways at Erwin, but it's a start.
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They haven't reached it just yet, but the ocean is sure to be real. He knows. He's seen it, even if the others haven't yet. And across that ocean is the rest of the world, full of millions of people, most of whom have been taught to hate the inhabitants of Paradis for the unforgivable sin of their bloodline.
They're not the only ones who can hate.
Nothing on the island seems interesting now that there's a world beyond it. Does the outside seem interesting? Maybe. But it also seems like a trap, something that will ensnare them at every turn.
He turns it over in his mind. What happens if he tells Erwin the future? Is he meant to do that? Is he not? Erwin won't sentence him to death, he thinks, at least not right away. It's not like the Commander is free of thoughts of violence, but he doesn't know him as a person well enough to know how far he'd be willing to take it.
Maybe just parts of it, slowly. There will be a line, he thinks, that Erwin won't cross. He has to figure out where it is and stay behind it, or pretend to, or…
Fuck, this is a mess. He wishes again that Armin was here to sort it out. He's not smart like Armin is. He's just angry and desperate, like he's always been, though he feels less helpless than he once did.
He rests a hand on the gate but doesn't open it yet.
"Technically don’t we have three?" He asks. "When we can figure out how to use the Founder, we have three." Not if but when.
He shakes his head. His jaw tightens a little, his hand clenched on the gate.
"They won't. They're going to come back. They won't stop until we're all dead, or…"
Deep breath, Eren.
"Or they all are."
He doesn't dare to look sideways at Erwin, but it's a start.