Okay. Good. [ Telling him to hold back or extending a hand when he needed help standing had never been about looking down on Armin. Sure, he rarely extended the same to Mikasa, but everything about the two different duos was separate: she'd follow him around and nag and tried to hold him behind a safety net from the world he'd loved so much. And he cared for her, unconditionally, but it frustrated him.
Armin was the one who he'd find and share stories with, shoulders bumping against each other as they'd read lines aloud and jab fingers at pictures in faded yellow books. Protecting him was always because he was important, and not because of any weakness on his part.
He reminds himself of that, finally letting a smile cross his face as he starts to walk. Their footsteps make the softest sounds, and Eren finds himself treading heavily. ]
It's a 'desert,' right? [ He speaks over his shoulder, careful not to let his attention wander too far. ] I know we're here to find some answers, but it's kinda cool.
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Armin was the one who he'd find and share stories with, shoulders bumping against each other as they'd read lines aloud and jab fingers at pictures in faded yellow books. Protecting him was always because he was important, and not because of any weakness on his part.
He reminds himself of that, finally letting a smile cross his face as he starts to walk. Their footsteps make the softest sounds, and Eren finds himself treading heavily. ]
It's a 'desert,' right? [ He speaks over his shoulder, careful not to let his attention wander too far. ] I know we're here to find some answers, but it's kinda cool.