[No one hits quite like Annie Leonhart. That hook to the jaw sends him stumbling to the side, one hand coming up to briefly touch the tender spot. It's worse than a punch to the face, really, that rejection - but Eren doesn't glare or lash out. His eyes are on the ground, and the corners of his mouth are lifting.
[He laughs - croaking, hoarse, and cruel.
[Does he derive pleasure from that shattered, broken tone? Not by a long shot; in fact, he feels quite possibly more miserable than he's ever been. Whatever's left of his heart is swallowed by the black void that's dead set on replacing it. They will never be those two young cadets again.]
If that's what you want, you shouldn't have pushed me away.
[Cruel, cruel, cruel - he wants to make her hurt. He wants to make her as empty and cold as he feels. He wants her to suffer. He wants her. He wants her. He wants her.]
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[He laughs - croaking, hoarse, and cruel.
[Does he derive pleasure from that shattered, broken tone? Not by a long shot; in fact, he feels quite possibly more miserable than he's ever been. Whatever's left of his heart is swallowed by the black void that's dead set on replacing it. They will never be those two young cadets again.]
If that's what you want, you shouldn't have pushed me away.
[Cruel, cruel, cruel - he wants to make her hurt. He wants to make her as empty and cold as he feels. He wants her to suffer. He wants her. He wants her. He wants her.]