[ Maruki watches him. The shadows over his face cast by the overhead lights on a dark night, the way his hand presses over where his heart should be.
It's a terrible empathy that wells up in his chest. Eren is dead; it doesn't mean he doesn't feel.
Maruki can't tell him to breathe. It won't do any good. He lays a hand between Eren's shoulder blades instead, palm flat and firm. Steps closer in to his side, out of the way of other people trying to approach the stall, cranes his neck to try to catch his eye. ]
Tell me what's going on in your head. I always wished I could get in there and find out for myself.
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It's a terrible empathy that wells up in his chest. Eren is dead; it doesn't mean he doesn't feel.
Maruki can't tell him to breathe. It won't do any good. He lays a hand between Eren's shoulder blades instead, palm flat and firm. Steps closer in to his side, out of the way of other people trying to approach the stall, cranes his neck to try to catch his eye. ]
Tell me what's going on in your head. I always wished I could get in there and find out for myself.