[Going through the motions of living but feeling nothing while you do it. That doesn't sound like living at all.
(But if you really didn't give a damn, you wouldn't fight so hard to keep breathing in the first place.)
He stops and frowns for a solid handful of seconds while November actaully explains. It's about the last thing he'd been expecting to hear.]
You mean you gave that up for power. [He wants to call bullshit. (He's heard stranger things, here, but he's not all that sure he believes it's even possible.) It's hard to wrap his head around the fact that you could even make that kind of trade. But that...that he can almost—almost—begin to understand. He can't imagine living without drive, passion, (and yeah, anger.) Hell, Eren's particular brand of power largely relies on it. (Even before his shifting became a factor.) But giving everything for your cause, doing whatever it takes to win no matter what it costs you personally—
It's hardly a new concept. (Neither is being looked at as less than human by people who fear what you are.) He still can't say he likes the sound of it. His combative stance relaxes by increments into something smaller and warier as he grapples with the concept. Like he's trying to decide if November is bullshitting him. His mouth thins out. After a moment—]
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(But if you really didn't give a damn, you wouldn't fight so hard to keep breathing in the first place.)
He stops and frowns for a solid handful of seconds while November actaully explains. It's about the last thing he'd been expecting to hear.]
You mean you gave that up for power. [He wants to call bullshit. (He's heard stranger things, here, but he's not all that sure he believes it's even possible.) It's hard to wrap his head around the fact that you could even make that kind of trade. But that...that he can almost—almost—begin to understand. He can't imagine living without drive, passion, (and yeah, anger.) Hell, Eren's particular brand of power largely relies on it. (Even before his shifting became a factor.) But giving everything for your cause, doing whatever it takes to win no matter what it costs you personally—
It's hardly a new concept. (Neither is being looked at as less than human by people who fear what you are.) He still can't say he likes the sound of it. His combative stance relaxes by increments into something smaller and warier as he grapples with the concept. Like he's trying to decide if November is bullshitting him. His mouth thins out. After a moment—]
What did you need them for?
[His powers. What was he fighting?]