Everything was fuzzy where there should be clarity, soft edges making him squint and cock his head. ' He stared up at his father with wide eyes, and Eren watched Grisha tap on the side of a syringe, holding it upright and squirting a few drops of milky liquid out the sharp tip. ' A pearl of the fluid remained there catching the light, ominous somehow, and Eren found himself biting his lip and furrowing his brows.