[Even for all of the people that love Eren, he's had to carry so very, very much alone. He rests his head on Aubrey's shoulder. It isn't the first time. Just like before, it's an odd comfort. He's too tall, and too jaded, and she holds him with the same tenderness his mother would anyway.
[The grief compounds.
[He'd played the part well enough during his time with Zeke; the battered orphan who needed his big brother to save him. He'd never really believed it. Zeke was so sure that Grisha was an evil man; Eren was so sure that he had all of the control. Now, he's not sure of anything.
["Maybe Zeke was right."
[He'd like to beat that thought back down to wherever it came from. Even if their father was flawed, they never knew the same one. Zeke was an idiot who loved a concept as if it were family. He doesn't regret manipulating him.
[Still, it's strange...to think they could really commiserate over something like this.]
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[The grief compounds.
[He'd played the part well enough during his time with Zeke; the battered orphan who needed his big brother to save him. He'd never really believed it. Zeke was so sure that Grisha was an evil man; Eren was so sure that he had all of the control. Now, he's not sure of anything.
["Maybe Zeke was right."
[He'd like to beat that thought back down to wherever it came from. Even if their father was flawed, they never knew the same one. Zeke was an idiot who loved a concept as if it were family. He doesn't regret manipulating him.
[Still, it's strange...to think they could really commiserate over something like this.]