[ Eren encountered people coming back from the dead in Folkmore, so it won't shock him here when he learns, but he's also not aware of it yet. Still, he doesn't discount the possibility that his lifespan is limited. But that doesn't really matter. Three years is better than…however many weeks out it is from the final fight, the very end of it.

There are years spanning between that, years he can only sort of understand, time spent in the timeless landscape of Paths with Zeke, with Ymir, in between. How long does Eren just exist out of time? Who even knows.

He had been asking a question no one could actually answer, back then at the ocean.

If I kill all our enemies across the sea, will we finally be free?

Who could have guessed at the actual weight of it? It was too awful. They could barely guess how many people existed beyond their shores. Eren wanted that ocean itself to be freedom, but it was a cage, like everything else. Everything has always felt like a cage that he has to knock down.

Sometimes he still thinks he'll suffocate from it.

Is he really free? Maybe there's no such thing. He'll never say that aloud, or even really hold on to the thought. He can't bear it. ]

I know. That's all there is for now.

[ At least Levi hasn't either walked out or broken something else on his face, so, small victories. In the end, Eren is a much more violent person, isn't he? But he has less than zero desire to fight Levi, and not because he can't win. He just simply does not want to.

He listens for a moment. ]

Oh. That's the washing machine. I think you'll like it. It washes clothes for you. So you don't have to scrub them.