[ They'd both failed. From wandering around in the forest together, he knew that Jean cared (in his own, socially inept kind of way) about Armin, and the loss struck them both. Not in the same way, but on another day Eren probably would've empathized.
Today, though, he glares sharply at the back of Jean's head. He forces himself to trudge onward, blind to whatever sympathy that the other teen was showing him because it's hard to think straight with the heavy lump growing in his throat. ]
Don't. [ There's already a warning in his tone, something in the way it starts to tense that promises violence. ] I could've saved him.
[ Though he's not sure what's worse: the idea that he's right, and he simply abandoned his friend... or that he didn't have the power to do anything in the first place. ]
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Today, though, he glares sharply at the back of Jean's head. He forces himself to trudge onward, blind to whatever sympathy that the other teen was showing him because it's hard to think straight with the heavy lump growing in his throat. ]
Don't. [ There's already a warning in his tone, something in the way it starts to tense that promises violence. ] I could've saved him.
[ Though he's not sure what's worse: the idea that he's right, and he simply abandoned his friend... or that he didn't have the power to do anything in the first place. ]