It’s — [ something’s bothering him, his head whipping sideways and a growl in his voice. ] Eren.

[ even though he knows there was no other name for him previously, but that guy. the pull grows, and the dragon’s neck twists back to the moons, the “need” mhairi spoke of only now being clear, but— there’s still something wrong. his bones ached until they seared, like the heat in his throat, even that threatens to anger him when he knows it shouldn’t— but every time he says no to instinct, it rebounds onto him with twice the force. these dreams were always forms of premonitions. ]

You should go— before that happens. [ with fangs bared, he hisses again, because he knows he doesn’t want to hurt anyone. ] If you wake up in Aefenglom at some point, I’ll— explain it better, if you look for me.