[Slowly, glaring past the man, Caitlyn reaches for her neck—but there’s nothing. She can breathe (which has long stopped being light and casual, but the tightness of her throat is nothing new), and there’s nothing in sight…
[This was a mistake.]
Release. [An order. Not directed to the man, who her eyes dart back to between scans of the area. He’s surprised, too, isn’t he…?]
[It had really only felt like a dream up until now, but...surely, enough, these two aren't anywhere they're meant to be. There could be a thousand reasons why. All he can think about is that place - that brief, fleeting glimpse...]
[She wants her goddamn gun. (Why isn’t its familiar weight on her back?)
[Forget the game. Where is this. A place seems to—appear, doesn’t, glimmering like an oasis. Caitlyn scans the ground (is that… sand?) and, spying no traps or tripwires, steps out.]
Illusion.... [Or is it “delusion”? It’s half-muttered.]
[The sudden clarity of a horizon (and the realization it was not previously visible) is jarring. It can’t be her work; she wouldn’t let them stand. But all trails drag back to—
[“Power,” he says, and Caitlyn is so… distracted, by whatever this has become, it hardly occurs to her he’s used two words. She follows his eyes instead.]
[There's a delay, like a cannon stalling; Eren's eyes roll to Caitlyn. He could lie. He's...not sure if that would benefit either of them right now. Truthfully, he's not very good at it yet.]
I bet you were expecting abandonhumanity :}a
midhairen for meee
Moving.
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[No...]
Advancing.
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[Standing straighter—] Reckless.
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[His eyes glance away. He flicks lightly at the back of his ear with one hand, then looks back at Caitlyn.]
Urgent.
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[Words are frustrating. Only one, immensely so. Frown and furrowed brow pushing deeper by the word,] Where.
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[Her glare sharpens, though it’s not fixated on him. There’s an inhale, held—]
Traceable. [With some force.]
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[That's...a little funny, isn't it? He just said 'everywhere'...
[He shakes his head.]
Unmistakable.
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[That’s just the problem.] Distinct.
guys having two different conversations - guys both lost in their respective neuroses
being normal. guys
[Nostrils flare.] Decipher.
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[What is there to figure out...?]
Message.
[Now, he's actually trying to guess.]
limboverse x2 combo
Pattern. [‘Identify. End—’ The words are mouthed but soundless. Her mouth snaps shut. What…?]
we're so back
[They...can't speak...]
Break.
Re: we're so back
[Slowly, glaring past the man, Caitlyn reaches for her neck—but there’s nothing. She can breathe (which has long stopped being light and casual, but the tightness of her throat is nothing new), and there’s nothing in sight…
[This was a mistake.]
Release. [An order. Not directed to the man, who her eyes dart back to between scans of the area. He’s surprised, too, isn’t he…?]
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Trap.
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[She wants her goddamn gun. (Why isn’t its familiar weight on her back?)
[Forget the game. Where is this. A place seems to—appear, doesn’t, glimmering like an oasis. Caitlyn scans the ground (is that… sand?) and, spying no traps or tripwires, steps out.]
Illusion.... [Or is it “delusion”? It’s half-muttered.]
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[Eren stares, silent, at an empty horizon. It should be full of stars...]
That...power...
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[The sudden clarity of a horizon (and the realization it was not previously visible) is jarring. It can’t be her work; she wouldn’t let them stand. But all trails drag back to—
[“Power,” he says, and Caitlyn is so… distracted, by whatever this has become, it hardly occurs to her he’s used two words. She follows his eyes instead.]
You know this?
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I don't think it's the same...
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[But he’s familiar somehow. Immediately:] What’s the difference? [Probing, not dismissing.]
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There are stars there.
[Here, the "sky" is...just...
[Blank.]
That tree...
[It's not here either. Eren shakes his head.]
No. It isn't the same...
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[A tree. Noted, but irrelevant for the time being. Even they couldn’t see the stars.]
You spoke of power. Whose?
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[It's not entirely a lie.]
Unless you're one of them, it doesn't add up. And you're not...
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HM.
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cw: fictional racism...adjacent...?
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soldier to soldier...cute, somehow
war criminal to war criminal <3
that too--
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