[It's more than overwhelming; just a mug, and it's not as though it's shocking that Captain Levi would get him something, but with the timing, it just feels like too much. He doesn't want to celebrate after all of that, least of all himself. Today is the day the end of the world was born. He's had less than three days to adjust to it, the destruction of his beloved comrades, his Captain.

[He thinks about the way that Levi looked the "last" time he saw him. Eren's hands fly away from the mug as if he's been startled, but he doesn't look up. His hands hang in the air, wrong. He pulls them down to stare at his palms.

[Maybe millions of crushed bodies ought to be what hangs in Eren's mind the most, but it isn't. It's the people he loves that he can't stop thinking about.]

Captain. [His voice is rough with emotion that his face doesn't necessarily betray, or, at least, not fully.]

I'm sorry. I don't think...I'll...ever be the same again now. No, that's...that's the truth...

[How could he be? How could he be? How could anyone even ask him to be anymore?]

I'm not...[It's hard to speak.] I can't give up. [He doesn't sound determined. He sounds resigned. He can't give up. He tried that already. Death isn't permanent here. There's no other option.]

But you have to know...