“I know he will understand,” she said over the large crowd of clamoring people. “You know he would too.”
Eren continued fidget with his tram ticket, “No. He didn’t murder all those people like I did.” Eren combed through his locks aggressively, then looked back at her.
“My father understood what those men were doing back then. So, he stood by. He watched. And I know that’s still wrong. I know. I know.” He repeated. “But me? I…I..” his lips quivered.
“Don’t,” Liberty soothed, with both hands reaching for his. “Eren you’re being controlled. You can't help what you're doing. None of us can help it.”
“I’d rather die,” his big brown eyes searched in hers.
Liberty took another step closer, “You’re just upset.”
Eren slid his hands away from her grasp, unzipped his overfilled backpack, and snatched a black tablet out.
With his fingers frantically tapping at the mission log, Liberty eyed her surroundings, making sure no one could sneak a wondering glance at the classified information. “China is our next target. Edward and I oversee the floor plan.” He faced the device to her. “Lib, they trust us with setting up the explosives now.”
"You’re talking about suicide.” She spoke carefully, ignoring the map. “Think about your father. He’ll be torn apart.”
“My father can deal with my death better than my life after genocide.”