[ He pushes himself off the wall and over towards Zelos as he prattles on, in no mood to return his quips (then again, when is he ever?). But the tension returns quickly enough and Eren's eyebrows knit together with a troubled frown.

Realistically he knows there's no easy solution here, but at the same time he can't afford to be gone for long, not if time had started back up again. Even if he wasn't a 'Chosen' anything, Eren had enough responsibilities to bear and lives to avenge. His gaze goes downcast, voice low and strained. ] I know. Just... however fast you can, Zelos.

[ The situation was so far out of his control it was infuriating, and his fingers wrench tight against the stairway bannister. And it really only gets worse, because the idea of staying in a cell again was. Not pleasant. Especially taking into consideration that he'd be rotting away and wasting time in one of the few places he couldn't break out of with his abilities. It wasn't an option. He pauses, knuckles tapping against the rail as he thinks aloud. ]

But wait— no way. [ He gestures vaguely out towards the door. ] All those freaks out there are obsessed with you. They'd really lock us up—?