[This is all Eren's dreamt of since he learned the truth - months ago, before the labyrinth; still, it was this.
[An ocean of blood. They aren't on its shores, but its center. Eren sits, waist-deep in its shallow waves. Inky red stretches off into every horizon. He doesn't speak.]
[The red spans in every direction, endless. It's metallic, coppery and cloys the air with a sickening stench of death.
A different body of water than the one in Aubrey's. A new sensation entirely. He tests the actual content of the liquid around him by raising his leg some - it's stained the same way it was after leaving two corpses in a dark cellar.
And of course, it's Eren at the center of it all.]
[Eren isn't looking at him. It's odd. The way his legs are crossed, arms laid upon them, it almost looks like he's meditating. His eyes stare blankly forward.]
[Repeated and stated with a tinge of disbelief. Another wide sweeping glance at the sea of nothing surrounding them for what's wanted. He can't figure it out.]
[It's fleeting - the look of genuine surprise that peels away the placeholder smile plastered on his face.
I wanted this and This is what's left. A dream based in something. Rooted somewhere.]
I see.
[It's just blood. There's no one but Eren here. If it were reality, he would say something about the horrific way it looks. The injustice of it all, but-
It's a dream - one unlikely to be remembered and he can claim ignorance. There's a sense of freedom in this world that's impossible in Vaeros' reality or otherwise.]
A world barren and covered in blood - it sounds more like the desire of a god than a child.
[In reality, he would feign disgust. Purvey values of justice long since tossed aside. Find a way to berate Eren for his choice and twist his expression into disdain and contempt.
It's a dream - a place meant to be freeing. A world that will die when his eyes open and a crueler reality sets in to take its place.]
I have to say I'm a bit jealous. [It spills. It overflows.] You certainly saw this through to the end.
[Eyes twist to him - he meets them in turn. Not that it matters, when Eren isn't all there.]
I won't deny the world is full of rot and that this fate isn't well deserved. [One coated in the same red, red, red that peppered a dark floor.] I don't have such lofty dreams though.
[Fear is pointless in hypotheticals. His image is immaculate and one the few slip ups-
Easily covered. Painted over. Brushed off and twisted as a slip of a nervous student. Only ruining Shido's life matters, watching red foam bubble from his lips and after that-
Akechi Goro doesn't have a future. A detective prince will be dead from a cabal's retaliation. It won't matter what people think of a corpse. ]
A god of mercy to those he deems redeemable and no one else.
[80% is an unfathomable number - he can't wrap his mind around it. A whole world is easier to swallow than that. The picking and choosing of followers-
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(cws for whoooole thread: genocide, violence, gore, lots of shit) dream share event let's go
[An ocean of blood. They aren't on its shores, but its center. Eren sits, waist-deep in its shallow waves. Inky red stretches off into every horizon. He doesn't speak.]
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A different body of water than the one in Aubrey's. A new sensation entirely. He tests the actual content of the liquid around him by raising his leg some - it's stained the same way it was after leaving two corpses in a dark cellar.
And of course, it's Eren at the center of it all.]
Well, this is a sight.
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It's more the stench for me...
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You're rather calm. Does this not bother you?
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[Eren isn't looking at him. It's odd. The way his legs are crossed, arms laid upon them, it almost looks like he's meditating. His eyes stare blankly forward.]
I wanted this.
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[Repeated and stated with a tinge of disbelief. Another wide sweeping glance at the sea of nothing surrounding them for what's wanted. He can't figure it out.]
What is this?
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I wanted this and This is what's left. A dream based in something. Rooted somewhere.]
I see.
[It's just blood. There's no one but Eren here. If it were reality, he would say something about the horrific way it looks. The injustice of it all, but-
It's a dream - one unlikely to be remembered and he can claim ignorance. There's a sense of freedom in this world that's impossible in Vaeros' reality or otherwise.]
A world barren and covered in blood - it sounds more like the desire of a god than a child.
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Not to mention an idiot.
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The scene around him is too.]
We can agree on that.
[A beat. Silence and-]
How do you plan to do this? You're an apt fighter - that I won't deny, but this seems beyond your capabilities.
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I already told you. I was a God.
This has already been done.
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Talk about the cruelty of the world and-
It looks like the trash and rot were taken out in full.]
A god that smites - how traditional. What do you plan to do after? Sit there until you die too?
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[Then it's a fitting end to all involved.]
Why did you do it? I can't imagine what drove such a need for bloodshed.
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It's a dream - a place meant to be freeing. A world that will die when his eyes open and a crueler reality sets in to take its place.]
I have to say I'm a bit jealous. [It spills. It overflows.] You certainly saw this through to the end.
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I knew we were the same.
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[Eyes twist to him - he meets them in turn. Not that it matters, when Eren isn't all there.]
I won't deny the world is full of rot and that this fate isn't well deserved. [One coated in the same red, red, red that peppered a dark floor.] I don't have such lofty dreams though.
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cw: violent thoughts
[Fear is pointless in hypotheticals. His image is immaculate and one the few slip ups-
Easily covered. Painted over. Brushed off and twisted as a slip of a nervous student. Only ruining Shido's life matters, watching red foam bubble from his lips and after that-
Akechi Goro doesn't have a future. A detective prince will be dead from a cabal's retaliation. It won't matter what people think of a corpse. ]
cw: explicit suicidal ideation
[He takes a deep breath.]
I wish I were still dead.
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[Past. Present. Future. Eren is blunt and volatile - traits he hates. Loathes. Despises with every fiber of his being and-
He moves to stand beside him in that shitty bloodbath - kneels to his level, only an arm's length away.]
Your ultimate goal requires these kind of sacrifices - that includes having people looking at you with disdain and contempt.
[A beat and-]
But what does that matter in the end, if you plan to kill them anyway.
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I didn't kill my people. [People from his nation? Yeah. But not His People.
[Not...all of them, anyway...
[Hange is gone. His face briefly contorts with pain.
[What...are they doing here?]
Eighty percent. [His voice has gone quiet.] That's how much of human population I destroyed.
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[80% is an unfathomable number - he can't wrap his mind around it. A whole world is easier to swallow than that. The picking and choosing of followers-
Reminds him of Shido.]
You really are something else.
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I wanted the people I loved to live long lives, so they will. It was my power, so I got to decide.
That's just the way it works.
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cw: violent thoughts
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cw: like...gross description of blood lmao
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