The boy you once knew was gone, replaced by a young man consumed by the weight of his people's fate. Eren's eyes, once bright with hope and dreams, now burned with a fierce determination, a resolve to protect the Eldians at any cost. The scars on his heart and the muscles on his arms told the story of a harsh reality, one that had stripped him of his innocence and left him with the burden of his ancestors' sins.

As Falco helped him into his jacket, everyone gathered around fell silent, the weight of the moment crushing you all. You knew what was at stake. You knew that Eren was walking into a war that would forever change the course of history.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness as you watched him prepare to leave. You wanted to reach out, to tell him that you were here for him, that you would stand by his side no matter what. But you knew better. Eren would be damned to ever let you set a foot on Marleyen soil and risk your safety, not when he had already sacrificed so much for his people, for you.

Your eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, you thought you saw a glimmer of the boy you once knew. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by the cold, hard stare of a soldier. You knew then that this might be the last time you ever saw him.

All you could do was hope and pray everything went well. For his sake.

But deep down, you knew it was a prayer that might go unanswered.