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I get it.

[ Eren's bitterness is bone deep, after all. ]

I resented the outside world for existing.

[ He still does, whoops! ]

The people here, I guess I don't really think about it a lot. It surprises me how many places are so different, but I got used to that in Folkmore. I only really met a couple other people who I felt related to anything we'd been through. They were persecuted for their bloodline, too.

Even in the walls, some people had it easy. Oblivious. Comfortable. They would have thrown all the rest of us away to keep it that way, though. Not everyone is like that, I guess, but sometimes I guess I wonder.

[ Hypocrisy, though, just like so much about him. He would let people here die too if it kept his friends safe. He would never choose anyone above them, not here, not at home, not the world above a handful of lives. The difference, maybe, is that he will not actively condemn anyone here to death either.

Never say never, though. ]

It's hard to imagine a crueller world. If there is one, I don't even want to hear about it. I don't think I'd feel better knowing there's an even shittier option.

That's an interesting way of looking at it, actually. I can't say that I disagree with you. I certainly don't like the idea of other people suffering. If it came off that way, I didn't intend for it to...

[Armin Arlert, speaking to Eren Jaeger, afraid that he's the one who sounds cold. But he blamed the both of them in that memory, didn't he? And he does now. He's just as much of a monster. On bad days, he feels even worse.]

I'm happy to be here with you, Eren. Right here.

It didn't come off that way. I was just saying how I thought.

I'm happy to be here with you too. It's better than I would have ever dared to imagine.

[Eren's words send a pleasant little thrill up Armin's spine. He hasn't been so candid with his feelings in...a long time.

[It's a great comfort.

[Maybe Armin had dared to imagine something as beautiful as this once, but he understands what Eren is saying. In ways, Ellipsa really is a paradise.]

I know what you mean. Of course I do.

It can only get better too. That's what I think.

We'll be okay. When's the last time I could say that with confidence? I really believe it.

[He thinks so, anyway. He hopes.]

I love you. Very much, Eren.

[ Maybe Eren dared to imagine it too, long ago before he fucked up his own brain and committed to dying. Since then (whenever that was), he hasn't really had hope.

He still doesn't quite get there, but it's closer than it was. ]

I hope you're right.

[ He almost doesn't say it back because he's Eren, but he's also aware that he's about to go on some mission to who the fuck knows where. He has no plans to die, but you never know. (Not that death is permanent. Not that death would hurt others less.) ]

I love you too.

[Eren's death will destroy Armin in any timeline or universe, permanent or not.

[He isn't expecting the reciprocation; doesn't need it, really. He meant it when he said so. He knows that Eren loves him. Throughout their lives, he's shown it in a thousand ways.

[Still, his stomach flips. Sorry, Eren, but these words are being immortalized forever in the form of a screenshot. He'll look at it while Eren's gone.]

When are you heading out?

[ Eren doesn't even know screenshots are a thing, though it probably wouldn't change much about what he says to who. ]

I'm gonna go meet Reiner in like an hour. Don't worry, though. We'll be okay.

[ He says that, completely at odds with his reasons for bothering to say I love you. Hypocrisy, aka, #justerenthings. ]

I'll see you when you get back?

Yeah. See you then.

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