Not to… impose more demands, [and she does manage to make that not sound dry,] but if you share more about how your reality’s been manipulated, we might be able to get somewhere.
[Eren sees the respect he shows her. It goes a long way, and he's able to relax his shoulders just a bit; at his side, his right hand jerks on the wrist, popping the joint, then stills.]
I'm sorry. I don't know much more than that.
[He's heard of the paths which are said to connect all Eldian souls. He knows that, eventually, he'll use the Founding Titan's power to manipulate Eldians through those paths, but...on the one hand, there's no way he can tell her any of that, and on the other, he still doesn't actually know how it all works...
[He has to give her something. Not because he owes some stranger his allegiance, but because they're two prisoners trapped in the same cell. He looks at Caitlyn.]
That power I mentioned - the one that the royal bloodline possesses. Some say that it can displace the souls of a certain race - Eldians. They're brought somewhere else. It exists outside of time. It isn't part of the world we know. But...
[Caitlyn is quiet for a moment, watching that hand jerk, shifting focus past him. To have one’s soul displaced on someone else’s whim—
[It’s impossible as being trapped in empty sands with a stranger.
[When she does speak, it’s slow, careful; the question deserves a weight that the reality Caitlyn knows can’t give. In the wrong mouth, it’s a condemnation. Ironic that, in this space, the Kiramman is left trying her damndest to convey otherwise.]
[Eren nods. He might not have been eager to reveal so at first, but it's something he doubts he'd be able to hide for long. Aside from that, he really does believe that Caitlyn doesn't know what an Eldian is. If that's true, she can't hate them...]
That's right. It's why I asked you too. If we were both Eldian, at least we'd have the connection to that power to blame...
[Alright. Then it’s another dead end—but eliminating false leads is still getting somewhere. Caitlyn nods, accepting his answer. It can’t be a comfort; a potential displacement inherent to his blood, and now this…]
I think we should move. [An offer, not a command.] There may be something identifiable out here.
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[Precisely. With a nod, takes a step forward, shaking the “evidence.”] What do you know of this?
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It's nothing like that. No one's ever disappeared.
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[Shit.]
Not to… impose more demands, [and she does manage to make that not sound dry,] but if you share more about how your reality’s been manipulated, we might be able to get somewhere.
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I'm sorry. I don't know much more than that.
[He's heard of the paths which are said to connect all Eldian souls. He knows that, eventually, he'll use the Founding Titan's power to manipulate Eldians through those paths, but...on the one hand, there's no way he can tell her any of that, and on the other, he still doesn't actually know how it all works...
[He has to give her something. Not because he owes some stranger his allegiance, but because they're two prisoners trapped in the same cell. He looks at Caitlyn.]
That power I mentioned - the one that the royal bloodline possesses. Some say that it can displace the souls of a certain race - Eldians. They're brought somewhere else. It exists outside of time. It isn't part of the world we know. But...
That's all...I know.
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[Ah.
[Caitlyn is quiet for a moment, watching that hand jerk, shifting focus past him. To have one’s soul displaced on someone else’s whim—
[It’s impossible as being trapped in empty sands with a stranger.
[When she does speak, it’s slow, careful; the question deserves a weight that the reality Caitlyn knows can’t give. In the wrong mouth, it’s a condemnation. Ironic that, in this space, the Kiramman is left trying her damndest to convey otherwise.]
Are… you Eldian?
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That's right. It's why I asked you too. If we were both Eldian, at least we'd have the connection to that power to blame...
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[Alright. Then it’s another dead end—but eliminating false leads is still getting somewhere. Caitlyn nods, accepting his answer. It can’t be a comfort; a potential displacement inherent to his blood, and now this…]
I think we should move. [An offer, not a command.] There may be something identifiable out here.
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There's nothing else to do.
[He'll even let her lead the way, although he does nod - directly forward.]