[It would seem impossible, if only this were the sort of place where that word made sense. Bertholdt closes his eyes. He visualizes it. Liberio, with all of its coldness and hatred; with all of Bertholdt's friends and family. He knows this town like the back of his hand, even after all these years.
[He's wanted so badly to see it again. It's hard to do that with his eyes still closed, but, even so, the scenery surrounding he and Aubrey does begin to shift.
[Liberio is nothing like Shiganshina - nothing like anything Aubrey will have seen from "Eren's world". The streets are paved with uniform cobblestone, the buildings tall and lit with electricity, not torches. There are even cars (albeit old-fashioned) rattling up and down the street. Here in Bertholdt's neighborhood, there isn't anyone outside without an armband on. He's wearing one too. In fact, his entire outfit has changed.
[He opens his eyes. They're still perched upon a roof, but it--]
It...it can't be...
It's...?
[Home. Home! Bert lets out a breathless laugh, tears springing back into his eyes again. Another laugh follows, then another, until he's properly laughing. It's a joyous sound. Despite everything, his home is his home is his home. And he is finally, finally home...]
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[He's wanted so badly to see it again. It's hard to do that with his eyes still closed, but, even so, the scenery surrounding he and Aubrey does begin to shift.
[Liberio is nothing like Shiganshina - nothing like anything Aubrey will have seen from "Eren's world". The streets are paved with uniform cobblestone, the buildings tall and lit with electricity, not torches. There are even cars (albeit old-fashioned) rattling up and down the street. Here in Bertholdt's neighborhood, there isn't anyone outside without an armband on. He's wearing one too. In fact, his entire outfit has changed.
[He opens his eyes. They're still perched upon a roof, but it--]
It...it can't be...
It's...?
[Home. Home! Bert lets out a breathless laugh, tears springing back into his eyes again. Another laugh follows, then another, until he's properly laughing. It's a joyous sound. Despite everything, his home is his home is his home. And he is finally, finally home...]
I-I can't believe this! It's a miracle!
["Armin", for the record, has not followed them.]