[ Thorfinn is on his feet with his hands on his daggers before he actually turns around, before he registers the sound of Eren's voice. It's the same, but it isn't.
There's no passion there, not like before.
But he does know that voice, a voice he thought he'd never hear again. The voice of a dead man (if only he really knew, but he never did).
He stares for a long moment. In another life, he'd bitch about Eren getting even taller. In another life, he'd scream and throw a punch and accuse him of leaving on purpose.
The war seeped into their bones and afterwards the world was back to normal.
But Eren was gone.
He can't even be angry. Some cuts go too deep, and Thorfinn has lived on the edge of emptiness all his life. He has no idea how to deal with loss. He had no idea how to deal with the knowledge that Eren almost certainly went home to die. So he just didn't deal with it, not really. That's just how he is.
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There's no passion there, not like before.
But he does know that voice, a voice he thought he'd never hear again. The voice of a dead man (if only he really knew, but he never did).
He stares for a long moment. In another life, he'd bitch about Eren getting even taller. In another life, he'd scream and throw a punch and accuse him of leaving on purpose.
The war seeped into their bones and afterwards the world was back to normal.
But Eren was gone.
He can't even be angry. Some cuts go too deep, and Thorfinn has lived on the edge of emptiness all his life. He has no idea how to deal with loss. He had no idea how to deal with the knowledge that Eren almost certainly went home to die. So he just didn't deal with it, not really. That's just how he is.
All that pain still has nowhere to go. ]
Eren. You're…
[ Older. Taller. Different. Empty. ]
You came back.