Ha. [It's too harsh and humorless to be called a laugh. If their eyes are meeting then it's clear that the prospect doesn't comfort him–Jean's eyes are wide and scared. Of what that means for Armin; of what that means for them. The lump in his throat grows bigger and his breathing gets shallow as he forces out a laugh that he doesn't mean.
Was home supposed to be a joke? What good would it do him? Bring him back to life only to kill him again but at a later date?
Would he really stand a chance without the rest of them? Or would he die again, where none of them could see?
Jean's breathing settles, his head tipped back and watching the stars. Odd, how something that had never mattered to him suddenly became significant. A comforitng presence he couldn't turn down.]
Hey, Eren.
[What if the stars were all the tears–small worlds and pockets of what could or was? Maybe, somewhere up in that vast sky, they were all safe. Couldn't that be a possibility?
His heart aches and he knows the answer but he asks anyway.] Do you think we're there with him? Other versions of us or something.
wow that didn't last long
Was home supposed to be a joke? What good would it do him? Bring him back to life only to kill him again but at a later date?
Would he really stand a chance without the rest of them? Or would he die again, where none of them could see?
Jean's breathing settles, his head tipped back and watching the stars. Odd, how something that had never mattered to him suddenly became significant. A comforitng presence he couldn't turn down.]
Hey, Eren.
[What if the stars were all the tears–small worlds and pockets of what could or was? Maybe, somewhere up in that vast sky, they were all safe. Couldn't that be a possibility?
His heart aches and he knows the answer but he asks anyway.] Do you think we're there with him? Other versions of us or something.