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Jean "it's good soup" Kirstein ([personal profile] neighsaying) wrote2023-12-08 12:11 am

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wintolive: fifteen (46)

kinda handwaving that at some point eren was told not to hurt reiner

[personal profile] wintolive 2023-12-13 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't.

[His voice is desperate.

[He wants to hurt Vaeros for all he's done, sure. He wanted to hurt Reiner, though now he feels like the true enemy (and he's as much as agreed that he wouldn't).]

Not everyone. Goddammit, I was supposed to save them.
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[personal profile] wintolive 2023-12-14 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
I am that Eren. [Grief. That's what his voice carries now. Overwhelming grief.]

It's already happened. You saw it.
wintolive: fifteen (duicons 67)

[personal profile] wintolive 2023-12-14 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[This cognitive dissonance is only a taste of what he'll experience in the future; a life where time is both all at once and not at all. He hasn't made those decisions yet here. Back home, most of humanity has been crushed. Jean knows that. If they ever leave this place, that's what he'll be going back to.

[Suddenly, Eren doesn't want to go home as badly. Eren doesn't want to go home at all.]

We can't leave this place. Not ever. Not ever, Jean. Promise me.
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[personal profile] wintolive 2023-12-14 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jean's thinking is correct. Eren knows just as well as he does that no one can control when they enter or leave this place. It doesn't matter. The lie is a balm, and Eren's body finally relaxes, laying heavily back down against Jean again. He's exhausted, but something tells him he won't be able to sleep.

[Only hours ago, he'd still been hell bent on going home. Then his life got turned upside down.

[He doesn't speak again; just rubs his nose into Jean's shirt and clings ever tighter.]