#idealistsoldier

[aetherialauxilium]

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[ningen-no-kibou]

Another one by himself. It was all Eren saw recently. People staying alone, away from crowds, trying to sort their thoughts out. He wouldn't be surprised if people found it weird that he, Armin and Mikasa were always together. Yet, as a child, this wasn't the setting he expected. He didn't expect to see... so many depressed faces, not even determined to win. Just determined to run away.

Rather than go to his usual spot today, he took his place beside Marco instead. In any case, Marco was a reasonable, level-headed figure in this group. That was rare to find around here. While he was also apparently lost in his own thoughts, he was much better at expressing them than anyone else here. Without looking at him, staring only at the table in front of them, Eren let his own thoughts out. "Do you regret it?"

Everyone here was convinced Eren was on a one-way trip to death with how he acted. Always wanting to kill Titans. To kill them until they ceased to exist. They didn't understand his motivation, and he didn't understand their motivation. How could they just run away? Especially the people who came from Wall Maria... To just walk away without fighting back because of fear would just have them all dying like insects being stomped on by a human; and that's exactly to the very dot what they were to Titans.

"Coming to this place to become a soldier... Do you regret that decision? To me, it's fight or die in this world. Yet everyone else seems to prefer running away until there's nowhere left to run. Do you agree with that way of thinking? That running until your last breath is easier?" This time, he looked to him, awaiting his answer.