[ It isn't shock, or surprise, or anything of the sort. Maruki knew Eren would die. He's known that since nearly the beginning of their friendship. Eren's future couldn't be changed; he would return to see it through, and he would die, and that would be that.
So will Akechi. So will Venat. The three people in Somnius he loves most will all return to their deaths, and Maruki has power over all reality, yet there's nothing he can do to stop or change that.
It might bother him more if he wasn't already convinced that their souls and memories persist beyond death, beyond realities. There are those he's meant to meet, to befriend, to let into his beleaguered heart, and he will see them again.
Eren has already died, and he's seeing him again now.
He does smile this time. Wide, and with a choked out, wet laugh as he tips his head back to turn his face toward the sun. Two weeks, four years. Departure, return. Death, rebirth. Or hell. Either way: this fucking place. ]
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1/2 i'm going to throw up
[ It isn't shock, or surprise, or anything of the sort. Maruki knew Eren would die. He's known that since nearly the beginning of their friendship. Eren's future couldn't be changed; he would return to see it through, and he would die, and that would be that.
So will Akechi. So will Venat. The three people in Somnius he loves most will all return to their deaths, and Maruki has power over all reality, yet there's nothing he can do to stop or change that.
It might bother him more if he wasn't already convinced that their souls and memories persist beyond death, beyond realities. There are those he's meant to meet, to befriend, to let into his beleaguered heart, and he will see them again.
Eren has already died, and he's seeing him again now.
He does smile this time. Wide, and with a choked out, wet laugh as he tips his head back to turn his face toward the sun. Two weeks, four years. Departure, return. Death, rebirth. Or hell. Either way: this fucking place. ]