[Frieda wouldn't be able to give Jean a better explanation that Eren. So far, this has happened every time they touched directly, and if there's a way to stop it, neither of them has made a move to figure it out - it's not like it greatly impedes them, given their lack of a desire for more frequent contact.
When Eren increases the threat level in his words, she can only hold his gaze with equal determination. You really know how to make yourself look bad, Eren. She does know of his retaliation against Marley and his theft of the Warhammer Titan, but not of the Rumbling - if she did, he might be able to tell. Much as she might try to hide her knowledge, she probably wouldn't be able to treat him the same anymore, with that mix of barely subdued hostility and barebones courtesy they both show each other.
Before she can think of a way to prolong her stay, Eren breaks contact with her, and they're back in the summer guild's backyard, the shadows thrown by the swords no longer than they were before. (One day, perhaps she'll find out that there's a whole other way of arriving in the Paths on one's own... but should she really wish for a near-death experience?)
Letting go of Jean's hand as well, she exhales.]
I hope you're content with your choice, Jean.
[After they pressed her to return his memory, she doesn't want to hear any complaints!!]
[Why is he in the middle of a Founder Cold War. Well, he definitely knows which side he would be on if he had to pick. Especially after all of this.
The scenery changes back to where they left from in a blink. Nothing seems to have changed; the same birds are still sitting on the awning of the guild house. It was likely he wouldn't understand how Paths actually worked, nor did he really care to. But at least he wouldn't be spooked if that happened again.
Jean nods at Eren though.]
I've been better, but I've been worse, too. I'll manage.
[It's definitely a memory that will haunt him, but he can deal with it. Most likely he would have feelings about it in private. Maybe a good cry against Mikasa.
Speaking of her, though. Jean looks at Frieda now that they were no longer holding hands.]
Of course I am. And if you do that again, next time I won't stop Mikasa from having "a chat" with you.
[Yes, he sure did use Mikasa as a threat, but that's how it works when you're married to the most awesome woman in the world. He's not ashamed of being under her protection at all.]
[ Eren might be surprised to hear that Jean would so easily be on his side, but then, Jean doesn't know what he's capable of either.
He can't help the little smirk on his face at Jean using Mikasa as a threat. He thinks back to when they were kids, when she would come in and save him from whatever fight he'd picked. He hadn't usually wanted Mikasa to save him then, too busy being convinced he could take on kids much bigger than him (he couldn't).
He's still convinced he can take on more than he can, but he's no longer averse to her help — at least not here. At home, there's another story, a much worse one.
Neither of them can alter Mikasa's memories, at least. She and Levi are immune to the Founder's machinations.
He considers Frieda again. He's still angry, because of course he is, all of his righteousness held in the tension of his shoulders. Still, he won't pick a real fight. Two Founding Titans fighting would be a disaster even if they weren't surrounded by people who would get caught up in it. ]
I get why you did it. But just…don't. Not to any one of us.
[ Not that she could probably do anything to Eren's memories, no more than he could to her. But still. ]
[If the threat of Mikasa frightens Frieda, she doesn't let it show. If anything, it's the reminder of how she squandered Jean's goodwill, the cold tone in his voice, that furrows her brow. If Eren weren't here, inhibiting her with his adversarial presence, she might attempt to properly apologise for everything - but who's to say that such an attempt wouldn't get derailed by her inherited will all over again?
When Eren speaks, his expression of understanding surprises her. Much as it's only the prelude to his admonishment, he could have left it at another threat, and she appreciates his acknowledgement of her intent.]
If anything like this happens again, I'll fetch Mikasa myself.
[It's a rare show of semi-sarcasm from her, but she follows it up with a more earnest commitment:]
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When Eren increases the threat level in his words, she can only hold his gaze with equal determination. You really know how to make yourself look bad, Eren. She does know of his retaliation against Marley and his theft of the Warhammer Titan, but not of the Rumbling - if she did, he might be able to tell. Much as she might try to hide her knowledge, she probably wouldn't be able to treat him the same anymore, with that mix of barely subdued hostility and barebones courtesy they both show each other.
Before she can think of a way to prolong her stay, Eren breaks contact with her, and they're back in the summer guild's backyard, the shadows thrown by the swords no longer than they were before. (One day, perhaps she'll find out that there's a whole other way of arriving in the Paths on one's own... but should she really wish for a near-death experience?)
Letting go of Jean's hand as well, she exhales.]
I hope you're content with your choice, Jean.
[After they pressed her to return his memory, she doesn't want to hear any complaints!!]
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The scenery changes back to where they left from in a blink. Nothing seems to have changed; the same birds are still sitting on the awning of the guild house. It was likely he wouldn't understand how Paths actually worked, nor did he really care to. But at least he wouldn't be spooked if that happened again.
Jean nods at Eren though.]
I've been better, but I've been worse, too. I'll manage.
[It's definitely a memory that will haunt him, but he can deal with it. Most likely he would have feelings about it in private. Maybe a good cry against Mikasa.
Speaking of her, though. Jean looks at Frieda now that they were no longer holding hands.]
Of course I am. And if you do that again, next time I won't stop Mikasa from having "a chat" with you.
[Yes, he sure did use Mikasa as a threat, but that's how it works when you're married to the most awesome woman in the world. He's not ashamed of being under her protection at all.]
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He can't help the little smirk on his face at Jean using Mikasa as a threat. He thinks back to when they were kids, when she would come in and save him from whatever fight he'd picked. He hadn't usually wanted Mikasa to save him then, too busy being convinced he could take on kids much bigger than him (he couldn't).
He's still convinced he can take on more than he can, but he's no longer averse to her help — at least not here. At home, there's another story, a much worse one.
Neither of them can alter Mikasa's memories, at least. She and Levi are immune to the Founder's machinations.
He considers Frieda again. He's still angry, because of course he is, all of his righteousness held in the tension of his shoulders. Still, he won't pick a real fight. Two Founding Titans fighting would be a disaster even if they weren't surrounded by people who would get caught up in it. ]
I get why you did it. But just…don't. Not to any one of us.
[ Not that she could probably do anything to Eren's memories, no more than he could to her. But still. ]
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When Eren speaks, his expression of understanding surprises her. Much as it's only the prelude to his admonishment, he could have left it at another threat, and she appreciates his acknowledgement of her intent.]
If anything like this happens again, I'll fetch Mikasa myself.
[It's a rare show of semi-sarcasm from her, but she follows it up with a more earnest commitment:]
I won't do it again. Jean... I'm sorry.