[ Eren has his eyes closed, listening but not listening. There are so few places they don't have to be on alert either for the Peacekeepers or for some other shit to happen. He's half-dreaming, like he often does, of the way the world should be. Life without the oppression of the Capitol. Life that isn't fenced in.
Freedom, a forbidden word in Panem.
Armin nudges him and his eyes open. The world as it was is just a daydream and the world as it is settles into him with those words. ]
Yeah. I know.
[ When his mom was still alive she made him dress up for it. It's custom or whatever. Now he doesn't bother. He shows up looking like a mess on purpose, all but daring those Capital assholes to say something to him about it. He gets frowns, but the ceremony of the whole sordid thing matters more than bitching about Eren's clothes.
He looks up at the sky again for a moment, then sighs and shoves himself to his feet. He turns and offers Armin a hand. ]
Guess we shouldn't be late to our potential funerals.
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Freedom, a forbidden word in Panem.
Armin nudges him and his eyes open. The world as it was is just a daydream and the world as it is settles into him with those words. ]
Yeah. I know.
[ When his mom was still alive she made him dress up for it. It's custom or whatever. Now he doesn't bother. He shows up looking like a mess on purpose, all but daring those Capital assholes to say something to him about it. He gets frowns, but the ceremony of the whole sordid thing matters more than bitching about Eren's clothes.
He looks up at the sky again for a moment, then sighs and shoves himself to his feet. He turns and offers Armin a hand. ]
Guess we shouldn't be late to our potential funerals.