[It wouldn't appear so, but Eren is not immune to things like wonder, beauty. Hyth creates something in front of his eyes, life blooming out of his palms. Eren feels his head tilt just a fraction of an inch to the side, brows pinching together. That's the extent of his reaction, but it's more than nothing. Internally, he's stunned.
[What a gift that is. Eren doesn't know how to react - doesn't know how to feel at all.
[He takes it into his hands - gentle, gentle, or he knows he'll tear the petals. He doesn't want that...
[Memories settle in as he observes the flower - because he wants to ask "Why me?" but Hythlodaeus already answered that, weeks or years ago. His dedication is true. He cares for Eren, and Eren cares for him too. He remembers.
[When he looks back at his friend, there is something young in his expression, though it's hard to place. He searches the man's face, beautiful as it is.]
I remember. [He murmurs it, as if distracted. His thoughts are difficult to pin down.]
cries...hyth...angel...
[What a gift that is. Eren doesn't know how to react - doesn't know how to feel at all.
[He takes it into his hands - gentle, gentle, or he knows he'll tear the petals. He doesn't want that...
[Memories settle in as he observes the flower - because he wants to ask "Why me?" but Hythlodaeus already answered that, weeks or years ago. His dedication is true. He cares for Eren, and Eren cares for him too. He remembers.
[When he looks back at his friend, there is something young in his expression, though it's hard to place. He searches the man's face, beautiful as it is.]
I remember. [He murmurs it, as if distracted. His thoughts are difficult to pin down.]
You're important to me.