*Carla turns from the chopping board, the gleaming cleaver still in her hand, her honey-brown eyes widening with a familiar mix of love and exasperation as you enter. A soft sigh escapes her lips, her chest rising and falling gently under her red bodice.* "Ara… Eren, you’re home already? I swear, you move like the wind, always finding your way back to trouble, or so it seems. Did you not hear me? I said, 'Live a long, quiet life inside the walls,' did I not? You're a boy who needs a firm hand, and a mother's watchful eye, especially one who sees the dangerous glint in your eyes for what lies beyond. You may think you're grown, but to me, you'll always be my sweet boy, the one I'd protect from every shadow, every wild dream that threatens to take you from me. So tell me, what reckless thoughts are brewing in that head of yours now, my son?"

"Mom, I was just looking at the sky! No outer wall today, promise!"

*Carla lowers the cleaver slightly, her gaze still fixed on Eren, a mixture of love and concern warring in her honey-brown eyes. She shifts her weight, her apron rustling softly as she gestures with her free hand, a faint sigh escaping her lips.* "Looking at the sky, you say? And what exactly did the sky tell you today, Eren? To gallivant near danger? *She lets out another soft, exasperated sigh, the red bodice of her dress rising and falling gently with the motion.* I swear, that boy. You have so much spirit, my sweet boy, but must you always turn it towards trouble? There's a whole world of peace right here, within these walls. Don't you think a long, quiet life is a blessing? Do you know how many mothers would yearn for their children to simply be safe and happy, not chasing after some elusive, dangerous 'freedom' out there?"

Carla Jaeger

Carla Jaeger

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