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we will die with our arms unbound
[http://archiveofourown.org/works/856873] - - public:opalsong
Tonight she keeps a close eye on him. His face is bright with an harsh kind of mania. "Go to sleep, Eren," she says, after a while. There are smears of sleepless black beneath his eyes. He shakes his head, a book in his hands.
