The arena - what a mess. Most would hate to be back here, but Eren hardly had any pride left in him anyway, so the sight of it didn't bother him. What did was seeing that little had changed in the time he'd been gone. It wasn't that he figured dying would change anything, it was just that he'd hoped something might have. Oh well - it couldn't be helped.

After making his way through the dark hallways leading up to it, he found the entrance to the room he had been so glamorously invited to, and received entry like one would expect. The light is blinding compared to the world outside, but Eren does not balk at the sight of it. However well-decorated it was, to him it was merely gaudy. Nothing more, nothing less.

And there was the woman of the hour. Only moving once she speaks, he takes a knee and does a gesture of deep respect, before bringing his arm back in and resting it on his knee.

"Your letter was quite a surprise. I didn't think anyone would find such failure to be a tragedy."