[So rarely do people actually return to this place. Eren gave into grief the moment he realized Kanoa was gone, certain they'd never meet again. The circumstances under which they do aren't ideal. Kanoa has changed. Eren has repaired him before, mended would-be wounds, both large and small. He recognizes every difference. It's impossible to tell how much time has passed, but Eren thinks it must have been endless...
[The "heart" is returned to its vessel, and the body begins to move and twitch. Eren sits up straighter where he's knelt by Kanoa's bed, reaching out to grip the boy's hand in his, squeezing tight.]
Kanoa...
[That dullness that weighs down Eren's voice is entirely absent; indeed, he sounds alive in his desperation, voice breaking on the boy's name.]
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[The "heart" is returned to its vessel, and the body begins to move and twitch. Eren sits up straighter where he's knelt by Kanoa's bed, reaching out to grip the boy's hand in his, squeezing tight.]
Kanoa...
[That dullness that weighs down Eren's voice is entirely absent; indeed, he sounds alive in his desperation, voice breaking on the boy's name.]