[ eren listens and listens well. because it has everything to do with what he was thinking. the guitar is silent in his lap, and he maps out similarities. he’s never met anyone, not like that—

but his mouth cracks open, and so does he. ]

I didn’t get that sort of closure, yet. [ yet, though. he knows it’s a yet, but even then. eren shakes his head, because deep in him he knows anyway. ]

The Eren from then did a lot of wrong things for a good cause. [ the list was grand and would only really stop at one place: a lot, a lot, and a lot of killing, a lot of turning and a lot of. shit. ] But I started to question how wrong those things really were.

Because I’d rather think I was right and had no choice, than wrong and— horrible. It didn’t stop at genocide.

[ but, eren sighs, and his features soften so, so greatly. it’s when he realizes he’s staring at anna. not smiling, but— calmer. like he has an answer. ]

But I know he isn’t. And I’m not either. [ he shrugs. ] Even if I still feel like we’re the same person. I just have a chance that he never had.