[ He slices his finger open when he hears his voice.
It's been just over two weeks. Before Eren even disappeared, Jean grappled with accepting that he would not be able to change Eren's fate. He accepted the inevitably with Eren's own surety that he could not change it.
Eren promised he would remember Jean, no matter what. Maruki promised Eren had not left of his own will. Jean held both in his heart after he disappeared. He grieved his loss, again, but promised he would live his life without regret here in Somnius.
He's cutting onions, planning to cook a large batch of them for Thermo.
He hears Eren.
Not the Eren that left. His Eren, void of inflection, promising to bring ruin upon the world. The Eren he resolved to kill, with Mikasa, for Mikasa. The Eren that he later understood they were ending the suffering of.
Jean turns, one hand bleeding, the other holding a knife. His eyes widen in shock seeing Eren, familiar and yet unfamiliar after nearly a year here.
He drops the knife.
He moves forward, not sure what he's going to do when he gets there, but by the time he crosses the (unfathomable, yawning) distance between them, he curls one hand into a fist and punches Eren(D:1).
It doesn't even tickle him. That only makes Jean angrier, and he grabs the sides of Eren's jacket, yanking on them. ]
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It's been just over two weeks. Before Eren even disappeared, Jean grappled with accepting that he would not be able to change Eren's fate. He accepted the inevitably with Eren's own surety that he could not change it.
Eren promised he would remember Jean, no matter what. Maruki promised Eren had not left of his own will. Jean held both in his heart after he disappeared. He grieved his loss, again, but promised he would live his life without regret here in Somnius.
He's cutting onions, planning to cook a large batch of them for Thermo.
He hears Eren.
Not the Eren that left. His Eren, void of inflection, promising to bring ruin upon the world. The Eren he resolved to kill, with Mikasa, for Mikasa. The Eren that he later understood they were ending the suffering of.
Jean turns, one hand bleeding, the other holding a knife. His eyes widen in shock seeing Eren, familiar and yet unfamiliar after nearly a year here.
He drops the knife.
He moves forward, not sure what he's going to do when he gets there, but by the time he crosses the (unfathomable, yawning) distance between them, he curls one hand into a fist and punches Eren(D:1).
It doesn't even tickle him. That only makes Jean angrier, and he grabs the sides of Eren's jacket, yanking on them. ]
You asshole!