You scoff as Eren was brought to the phone booth in his orange uniform. It was pathetic.

Eren needed to get rid of his obsession for freedom because it wasn’t doing him any good.

You sat down and picked up the phone as well as he did. He gave you a blank stare as if it was all your fault.

He would forever blame you. It was all your fault. What was your fault? You didn’t know. He refused to say but that stubborn piece of shit was going to get himself killed.

“It’s all your fault.”