[An old friend, but a new one. Eren doesn't know Hythlodaeus the way he knows Maruki, Aubrey, Thorfinn, Akechi, Jean. There's less memory to cling to, wrought with more uncertainty, confusion, surprise. He recalls the feeling of Hythlodaeus' hand in his own, and it's warm. He doesn't remove his hand, even as dull grey-green eyes search his friend's face - for what, it isn't clear.]
That's right. [His voice is quiet; tired.] I'm not finished here.
[His fingers curl over Hythlodaeus' heart. Can he really say that he missed him too? It's difficult to tell what he did and didn't carry with him.]
I did think of you. [Trapped for thousands of years. Ymir's face was not kind like Hythlodaeus', but he remembers the two, intertwined in his mind.]
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That's right. [His voice is quiet; tired.] I'm not finished here.
[His fingers curl over Hythlodaeus' heart. Can he really say that he missed him too? It's difficult to tell what he did and didn't carry with him.]
I did think of you. [Trapped for thousands of years. Ymir's face was not kind like Hythlodaeus', but he remembers the two, intertwined in his mind.]
My memories...[How could he begin to explain?]
I'm still sorting them out.