[Eren's heart breaks in an instant. Maybe it shows, maybe it doesn't. A strike is prepared, and he knows an attack when he sees one. He makes no motion to defend himself, only half confident it won't kill him, but Kanoa freezes, searches, lowers his proverbial weapon.
[Eren can't steel his features. He can't force his eyes to lose their glistening shine, and he can't speak coldly. Not now. Not with Kanoa. Not even this one.]
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[Eren can't steel his features. He can't force his eyes to lose their glistening shine, and he can't speak coldly. Not now. Not with Kanoa. Not even this one.]
My name is Eren. I looked after you.