#neris eats

Cassian, bless his heart, thinks that all it takes to be with Nesta is brute force and a wounded puppy-dog expression. “Oh Nesta, you’re so cold and mean, but I’m gonna keep fighting for you because that’s what I do. I fight!” It’s like watching someone try to punch their way through an emotional brick wall, not realizing there’s a door two feet to the right. Cassian sees Nesta’s trauma as a battlefield to conquer instead of a complicated reality she lives in. And honestly, that’s the problem.

Now, Eris? Eris gets it. He’s not here to be Nesta’s savior or her knight in shining armor. He’s here to be her equal, her match. When Eris and Nesta talk, there’s this undercurrent of respect. It’s not about saving her or “fixing” her; it’s about acknowledging her darkness without flinching. He doesn’t need to ride in on a horse and wave his macho bravado around like a flag. He knows Nesta’s strong enough on her own—and that’s what makes him so damn appealing.

Meanwhile, Cassian’s out here trying to be the hero of Nesta’s story, when Nesta’s never needed a hero. She needs someone who understands her, someone who knows that she doesn’t need rescuing; she needs someone who can handle the fire without trying to put it out. And that’s Eris. The man’s all about fire, after all. He’s not scared of getting burned, and he doesn’t waste his time trying to cool her down. He’ll stand in the flames with her, which, let’s face it, is way more exciting than Cassian’s endless attempts at being the “sensitive warrior.”

Cassian’s insecurities also drive me up the wall. The guy’s so fragile he can’t even handle Nesta speaking her mind without thinking it’s a direct attack on his manhood. Like, bro, chill. Nesta has her own issues to deal with, and not every sentence she says is about you. Cassian’s self-pity is exhausting. “Oh no, Nesta’s angry again, this must be about me!” No, Cassian, sometimes Nesta is just angry because life sucks. It’s not a personal vendetta against your feelings. Grow up, dude.

Now, contrast that with Eris. When Eris talks to Nesta, he sees her for what she is: a fierce, complex woman who doesn’t need to be handled with kid gloves. Eris doesn’t get all up in his feelings because Nesta didn’t swoon at his feet. He’s more like, “Yeah, you’re mad? Good. Let’s use that.” He challenges her in the right way, not by trying to crush her with dominance, but by meeting her on her level.

Also, let’s be real: Cassian’s idea of romance is dragging Nesta through mud and calling it training. So sexy, right? Meanwhile, Eris would probably plan some clever, intellectually stimulating activity that actually shows he knows Nesta’s mind, not just her body. He’d take her somewhere quiet, somewhere strategic, and let her intellect shine. Cassian? He’s probably just flexing and grunting in the background, thinking that’s all it takes.

Cassian’s attempts at "saving" Nesta from herself are almost laughable. You can’t save someone from their trauma by shouting over it. The guy is like an emotional bulldozer, trying to flatten out the rough edges when Nesta needs someone who can handle the jagged parts without flinching. Eris wouldn’t try to mold her into something else. He would let her be. He does let her be. Cassian, on the other hand, wants to shape her into some version of herself that’s palatable to him. And that’s not love—that’s ego.

So, in conclusion: Nesta and Eris are the power couple we never knew we needed. Cassian? He’s over there trying to punch his way into Nesta’s heart like it’s a door that needs to be kicked down. But Eris—Eris understands that Nesta doesn’t need someone to break down her walls. She needs someone to walk through them with her, side by side, as equals.