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IT didn't really make sense to her.
Sasha was buried next to the other brave soldiers that had lost their lives in battle. It was raining. Today was Mikasa, Jean and Connie's turn to visit her grave, Armin was yet again talking to Annie in the underground and Levi had become somewhat of a guardian for Zeke. His hands were itching to cut him up.
On the other side, Emilia was waiting to talk to Eren. He was imprisoned for insubordination as he acted without instruction or consent from the higher-ups and infiltrated Marley on his own. She thought this was utter bullshit, it wasn't like he couldn't escape especially with the new Warhammer powers. He's letting them lock him up just for the sake of it. It was confusing, really.
"Fight. Fight."
"You're still mumbling this stuff to yourself even now that you're locked up?" Eren's eyes widened at the sound of her voice. It felt so familiar but so distant at the same time. Was she real? Maybe he was hallucinating.
She didn't care about the rest of the world, but her mother was carelessly kind-hearted.
With his hair pulled back in a bun, he stood in front of the sink shirtless. He could see her reflection in the mirror as ethereal as ever: her eyes tired, plump lips in a frown and a messy braid. It felt like glue stuck his feet to the floor, he couldn't bring himself to turn around.
"I'm sorry."
He never bid her goodbye when he infiltrated Marley. There was no warning, no heads-up, he just left when the Survey Corps were in Marley and they had no choice but to leave. Emilia wasn't able to accompany them on the trip as she had duties to attend to as a captain, so when Hanji and the others arrived home without Eren she was heartbroken to say the least. She knew she couldn't blame any of them, they didn't know what he was planning. And even when she knew him better than his closest friends, she wouldn't dare say that she understood him. Sometimes he acted like a stranger, as if he was scared to touch her, feel her and show her his true feelings. He trusted her and told her all his plans, but it still was insufficient.
Emilia's face morphed into one of disappointment. She didn't wish him to reciprocate her feelings if he didn't, she respected and admired him enough to understand that he is too preoccupied with saving the world to think about a stupid crush. (But she wasn't that dense to not pick up the hints he dropped.) She just wanted him to feel comfortable enough with her to show some— any vulnerability, he hid his emotions and blocked everyone else out from the world he lived in. She wanted to feel special, to be the one to finally comprehend his thoughts and break through the barrier he put up.
