[Mikleo is a little concerned when Eren doesn't look up, but then he realizes it's because he's dealing with what might be tears. Mikleo strokes over his cheeks with cool fingertips, and when the wetness begins he gently and dutifully kisses them away. He covers every inch of Eren's face in tiny fluttery kisses, even his scales, and rests their foreheads together after.

Mikleo is happy. Happier than he's been in a long time, actually.]

I know you will.

[He opens his eyes. There's absolute faith in his lavender ones, the unshakable foundation of his support. His love. Mikleo's core has always consisted of love-- it made him into a seraph, and it is written in his name, and the very fabric of his soul. He has always lived for others.]

All I did was put it into fancy words. That necklace is a reminder that you are free, that you... touched the lives of so many others, even ones from other worlds. That you are loved.

[The corners of his mouth pinch in a smile.]

So don't you forget it.