[Eren shakes his head, still flexing his (ostensibly) sore hand. But it’s not that it’s sore now. He’s just remembering what it feels like to bite down…]
That’s…
That can’t be right. No.
[He’s rocked by some wave of emotion. His eyes sharpen into a glare.]
What good would that do? I wouldn’t—-
[He freezes - this, the Eren Aubrey knows. His face falls into something like shock, all ire having vanished. He stares now again at his hands, eyes wide and desperate.
[And he never does quite say “I wouldn’t do that.”]
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[Everything…?
[Eren shakes his head, still flexing his (ostensibly) sore hand. But it’s not that it’s sore now. He’s just remembering what it feels like to bite down…]
That’s…
That can’t be right. No.
[He’s rocked by some wave of emotion. His eyes sharpen into a glare.]
What good would that do? I wouldn’t—-
[He freezes - this, the Eren Aubrey knows. His face falls into something like shock, all ire having vanished. He stares now again at his hands, eyes wide and desperate.
[And he never does quite say “I wouldn’t do that.”]
Is that…what it’s going…to take…?