[ Whatever Eren is feeling is entirely of his own imagination, because nothing could be further from the truth. Eren's caught him entirely on his back foot; perhaps Levi foolishly believed they could help him avert having to intimately know what his future holds, or at least give him enough of a buffer to better resist its effects.
Looking at him now, he's not sure they've succeeded.
But the wish makes his blood run cold. The thought that it was that room that triggered it is almost too much to bear; proof, perhaps, of Eren's inescapable nature.
Levi hasn't seen that future. He hasn't glimpsed what Eren becomes. The distant, cold, emotionless demeanor in place of where a teen that cried almost too easily once was. Is this it? Is that what Eren will become from now on? Has the passionate young man that had first drawn his attention disappeared back in that shitty maze? ]
You've got to be kidding me...[ He mutters it to himself, somehow past the tightness in his chest, fighting with his disbelief. ]
Don't fucking make me laugh...
[ His movements are stiff as he half strides, half stalks forward toward the teen. Menace and wariness and maybe something a little like fear locking his spine rigid.
Not fear of Eren, because Levi strides right up to him, gray eyes sharp and intense. But it's worry rather than anger, although it's often difficult for him to divorce the two. He grabs a fistful of Eren's shirt, dragging him forward and staring directly into his eyes from only inches away. Searching, hoping, for any sign that he isn't entirely gone. ]
So what are you saying, huh? You're that brat now? Are you gonna go around like someone's shoved a titan-sized stick up your ass like I was told about? What happens now, Eren?
cries baby boy no-
Looking at him now, he's not sure they've succeeded.
But the wish makes his blood run cold. The thought that it was that room that triggered it is almost too much to bear; proof, perhaps, of Eren's inescapable nature.
Levi hasn't seen that future. He hasn't glimpsed what Eren becomes. The distant, cold, emotionless demeanor in place of where a teen that cried almost too easily once was. Is this it? Is that what Eren will become from now on? Has the passionate young man that had first drawn his attention disappeared back in that shitty maze? ]
You've got to be kidding me...[ He mutters it to himself, somehow past the tightness in his chest, fighting with his disbelief. ]
Don't fucking make me laugh...
[ His movements are stiff as he half strides, half stalks forward toward the teen. Menace and wariness and maybe something a little like fear locking his spine rigid.
Not fear of Eren, because Levi strides right up to him, gray eyes sharp and intense. But it's worry rather than anger, although it's often difficult for him to divorce the two. He grabs a fistful of Eren's shirt, dragging him forward and staring directly into his eyes from only inches away. Searching, hoping, for any sign that he isn't entirely gone. ]
So what are you saying, huh? You're that brat now? Are you gonna go around like someone's shoved a titan-sized stick up your ass like I was told about? What happens now, Eren?
Answer me.